Sunday, August 09, 2009

Celebrites Who Have Appeared In My Dreams: Greg Kinnear and Beckeye


It was night and all the neighborhood kids were running around like the Lost Boys. Everything was a mess and I went into the house. Greg Kinnear, our handy man, was dressed in painters clothes and came into the kitchen wiping his hands. His sleeve seemed a bit lumpy.
"Hand it over," I said. Greg had been stealing from us regularly, but he wasn't very good at it. He pulled out a bottle filled with glowing beads (much like those in Bejewelled).
"Hey," said Lucy, "That's the engine from your space ship, Mommy!"
I took it and set it on the counter, about to fire Greg.
"I wanted to tell you," he said, "There's a motorcycle gang out front and their causing trouble."
"Ok," I said, "I'll handle this and you and I will talk later."
I grabbed some bottles of water and headed out to the porch. I wondered why so many people were wandering around my house when I saw Beckeye standing in my neighbor's front yard. She was wearing a purple, taffeta, June Cleaver number. Her hair was pulled back in a fetching pony tail and she was running a mimeograph machine. Pink flyers for a party were flying off the machine and heading toward the street where people were grabbing them and heading for our house. She waved at me as she continued to crank.
I handed the bottles over to the gang, who looked like they just stepped out of Thunderdome. They were a rowdy bunch. They were having difficulties opening the bottles and I spent an inordinate amount of time telling them the bottlecaps were left-hand thread and they'd have to turn them the other direction.
A ghost floated over me and I could feel the hair on my head stand straight up on end.
Then I woke up.

5 comments:

  1. Holy cow, that is just one big jumble of a dream there girl!!

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  2. I hate to tell you this, but that was no dream.

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  3. IF it was a dream, was it a nightmare or a fantasy?

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  4. "I saw Beckeye standing in my neighbor's front yard. She was wearing a purple, taffeta, June Cleaver number."

    Bwa-ha-ha-ha! Ahem, sorry, I was just visualizing "Suburban Becky."

    "More milk and cookies, kids?"

    You have the most intersting dreams Flan.

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