Oh, those crazy dreams

While I was in the library

We had snow flurries Monday. They started while I was in the library. This is what I saw when I walked into the parking lot. Very little accumulation occurred, but it helped me get in the mood to start decorating for our annual holiday party. I love it when it snows.

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I feels like, as I get older, I have more memorable dreams. The one I had Saturday night is the strangest I ever remember having, except maybe for one I had when I was 6 or 7. In that one I was being chased through a castle by a giant who looked like Howdy Doody. Saturday’s dream was not like that.

In Saturday’s dream Cindy and I were on vacation. We had reservations for a hotel in downtown Jackson, Mississippi. Visiting Jackson, Mississippi has never been on my wish list, so already it is getting weird. When we arrived at the hotel we found that it was pretty run down. They did advertise that there was an indoor pool, and that was what had caught Cindy’s attention. We found out while checking in that the pool was on the third floor. That was also the floor where our room was located.

I was taking our bags to the room in the elevator when I was joined by the hotel owner, a woman in her thirties who was wearing a bikini and carrying a cat. She was on her way to the pool. We chatted as the slow elevator ascended. Then her cat stretched out and bit my thumb. He didn’t want to let go of my thumb until i started choking it with my free hand. It didn’t seem to bother the owner very much. Though she did offered to make amends by offering to introduce me to the Lieutenant Governor the following day. That didn’t thrill me, but I said that I would.

The nest morning the owner gave me a pass that would allow me to get me into the Statehouse Rotunda where the Lieutenant Governor met people. In my dream the Statehouse was just across the street from our hotel. I walked over, entered the building, and climbed four flights of steps to the Rotunda. I entered the chamber and was surprised to find that everything was purple. There was purple velvet wallpaper, the chairs had purple upholstery, and there was purple carpet on the floor.

A man, dressed in a purple suit, stood up and announced the Lieutenant Governor. A door opened and a goat bounded into the room followed by a man dressed like an 18th century French nobleman. I was confused and I tried to decide if the goat or the man was the Lieutenant Governor. I decided on the man. As I was thinking, the goat skittered around the room. The man greeted those of us in the room, speaking with a French accent. And then he started walking around the room, pausing to sniff the upholstery while murmuring to himself in French.

And then I woke up.

Since my dream I took the time to Google the Mississippi Lieutenant Governor. a man named Tate Reeves. His official picture shows him in modern dress. I don’t know if he has any French ancestry. Nor do I know if he has a pet goat. I’ll go out on a limb and speculate that he may have some Gallic DNA. Further, I’ll guess that he doesn’t have a pet goat. But I could be wrong. After all, we are talking about Mississippi.

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