cartoon monkeys
In the middle of a night full of strange dreams and continual tossing and turning, I woke up my new boyfriend. It seems that I had stolen the sheet and he jerked it back, rousing me from my dream. Apparently I said, “I’m having the strangest dreams tonight. I just dreamt of a cartoon monkey with real people in it too.” I have to take him for his word at this, because I don’t remember ANY of this; stealing the blanket, rousing from sleep, or uttering those words, none of it, nothing. I usually don’t remember my dreams and I rarely will admit to the fact that I speak during closed-eye hours. There have been times that stand out in my mind, but they are rare and far between, meaning, the people that will tell me what I’ve said are rare and far between.
Some of the times I remember my dreams, I wish they would linger long enough for me to write them down in exactly detail. If I were able to record any one of these times, I’d be a wealthy screenwriter. I’m telling you, “The Governator(TM)” would have nothing on my stories. Full of action and mayhem, my dreams would put his block-buster summer fare to shame. Unfortunately, as I lolly-gag in my half awake state, the story boards of these dreams dissipate from my head like the sleep from my tired body.
The story of this cartoon monkey, however, has followed me thru the day. While out a while later, we spotted several references to cartoon monkeys; placemats, napkins and books. It has become a cartoon monkey extravaganza. What is this telling me? More importantly, why is this the most interesting thing I have to share today?
Notice how I skipped right over the bit about the new boyfriend??