The Dream

While I was taking my daughter to school the other day I remembered the dream I had the night before.  I had a dream about snakes, lots of snakes.  I said, "I wonder what it means?"  my daughter didn't say anything, just teenage silence lingering in the car.  So, I decided to interpret my dream.  Being in the pest control business I said it could mean that we are going to have a very busy season.  Or it could simply mean that I'm gong to loose my hair, get fat, never have grand children, fall into a sink hole, and that I despise the color green (which I happen to love.)  She finally said something, "stop analyzing your dreams."

I didn't let that dampen my spirits though.  She's also the same person who told me to stop nicknaming my medicine.  I don't see the harm in calling a benadryl a bennie.  It just sounds better, and sounds fun.  Like, "hey while your in the kitchen, could you get me a bennie?"  Rather than, "my allergies suck, I need to take a benadryl."  That just sounds so serious and dumb.  But that's just me.