dreams
I think I will use this blog to keep track of my dreams. I LOVE my dreams! This way, if someone wants to read about them, they can, but even if not, at least I’ll have them in print so I can enjoy them again later.
Last night I hid some illegal immigrants in my cellar, which was really more like a crawl space. It was really more like the Underground Railroad in seriousness, though, and I felt very humanitarian and compassionate. But then the IRS audited us, and as they were questioning me, they kept asking how many people had been sleeping at my house in the past 10-20 years. I didn’t know how to answer, what with having six kids who have come and gone over the years, but they kept at me, wanting me to give an exact number. Finally I realized they were referring to the illegal immigrants. Dave Bundy was talking to me, trying to get me to understand what a serious transgression this was, and I was trying to explain that I wasn’t so much aiding the cause of illegal immigration as just being compassionate to these people who were starving and had no place to sleep. My biggest worry was how to explain that to Chris, my seriously conservative son.