Cold Turkey.

I had a dream.  Not the majestic, noble, heart-warming MLK kind, just a regular dream of the night.  Pretty normal you might say…but my dreams are usually far from normal, try bizarro, strange, weird even.  I’ve had dreams where God has shown me the secret of the universe on a whiteboard, I’m not making this up… truly.  The secret of the universe was so simple that I knew I’d remember it when I woke up.  I didn’t.

I’ve had dreams about riding horses that spoke to me telepathically.  I did tell you they could be weird.

I’ve had recurring dreams that proved all too prescient, and I eventually experienced great loss in my life.

Sometimes I’ve had lucid dreams, which are pretty cool, especially when you realize you are totally in charge of what will happen next.

You get the picture, basically what I’m saying is that I’m a big dreamer.  My astrologer friend tells me it’s something to with with Jupiter in the house of…unintelligible astrology speak.

And then I had THE dream.  Talking heads from political shows that I had been watching the day before…all babbling on and on, filling my night time repose with the pollution of angry voices, disrupting my otherwise peaceful, if bizarre, dreams.

I knew right then that I’d become a political junkie and it had to stop.  When a ragtag of talking heads follows me into dreamland, I’m in trouble.  This wasn’t time to cut back, I had to go cold turkey and give them all up.  So I did.

Life is so much happier without them…I really don’t miss them one little bit, well okay maybe sometimes I do, but I prefer my other bizarro dreams.


Thanks to superstrikertwo for photo.

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