This thing is now giving my mother nightmares. Over the weekend, she told me she had a disturbing dream from which she woke sobbing. Now, the fact that her air conditioning went out the same night might have had something to do it. But I asked her to do a little dream journaling. Here’s what Mom sent me:
Seems I was having a party with a lot of naughty kids who wouldn’t keep their feet off the sofa despite my reprimands. Then Tim’s friends came in to warn me that Timmy had way over-served himself. He followed in, barely able to stumble, naked save for a short white dress shirt, mumbling incoherently. He hung on my neck, and I asked where his tuxedo was. “I just threw it away out there!” I ran outside into a strange city downtown, looking everywhere for tux parts. Finally I found the tux jacket in the street just as Tim ran past into the night. I was frantic to find him, knowing what terrible shape he was in. Finally I looked down a dark stairway where a lot of Asian people were shouting. He came out of a doorway where it seemed he’d gone for some strange treatment. Now he had a hat on. His entire head was bright red, body very pale white. I just knew his heart would give out. And that’s when my crying woke me.
Damn the tux bet!
