I was sleeping like a spruce log Wednesday night when a snake grabbed my arm.
This was a big snake, as round as a Folger’s can and long enough where I couldn’t see all of it.
I leaped out of bed, shook the snake off my arm and slapped the wall for the light switch.
I finally found it, got the light on and discovered some interesting facts: a., the snake was actually Kindra, who had merely rolled over and touched my arm. b., I had been having a long, troubling dream with a scene involving a snake being in our bed. c., the timing between the dream and Kindra’s affectionate squeeze was truly unfortunate.
“I am so sorry,” she said.
“It’s ok, but you probably shouldn’t touch me again when I’m having a dream about a snake.”
She nodded, perhaps wondering how she is supposed to know if I am dreaming and what about.
That’s a valid point. So, if you’re an inventor, here is an opportunity and a challenge for you: Invent something that will display people’s dreams.
Sort of like a movie projector would, perhaps onto a wall.
You could defray upfront costs by charging admission for people to watch dreams and perhaps show some profit by having a small concession with popcorn and drinks.
I have dreams almost every night that I am able to remember the next morning. Sometimes they’re long ones, like the one with the snake in the bed. Other times, the dreams are short or I remember only a couple of scenes.
I have recurring versions of a dream in which I am back playing high school baseball and another in which I discover my Blansett grandparents are still alive.
Often, I dream about being on a journey and being unable to get to my destination. One might suppose that’s the subconscious me trying to sort out real-life situations and decisions I’m working on.
Many involve newspaper scenarios, which shouldn’t be a surprise. Sometimes I’m back working in an old job. Sometimes I’m with people I used to work with, but the dream has us in a new or strange environment.
I rarely have a X-rated dreams, which makes me comfortable in letting others watch my dreams.
So, please feel free to invent the Dream-omatic. I’ll be your guinea pig.
I am positive that Kindra would appreciate it and would bake you cookies as a thank-you.