Dreams......can we make them happen, is our mind able to reproduce the same dream in full or part, over and over again, absolutely or at least in my mind and if you listen to Mr. Bill's wacky subconscious world..that's an affirmative!
Over the years, listening to many of our patrons, especially those who frequented the place in the wee hours of the morning, there were many vivid imaginations, they just didn't realize it. This morning as I readied myself for a long day at that Magical Place, Mr. Bill awakens...laughing, his dream still very much a part of his memory. Quickly before it rides off into his still sleepy subconscious, he explains: "I was riding a horse, a big ass horse!" he muses. "Where?" I question. "Ya know, I haven't got a clue, but it was a big ass horse, who kept telling me, "Would you please sit the right way, you're killing my back." OMG...the effects of all the drugs is taking its toll. A big ass horse that talks...nice! As he continued, it came to light the horse was, old and wise. I'm not quite sure why Mr. Bill figures the horse was wise....in my mind, also on the strange side, the one statement this big ass horse has uttered, "would you please sit the right way, you're killing my back" is not exactly of the profound variety...nope not even close. In my book that is one dumb big-ass horse, who I might add, also has a long neck! This dream is coming at me in bits and pieces and Mr. Bill is dead-ass serious. I think he must of been subconsciously thinking about our early evening conversation, involving former patron and Alpaca farm owner Linda Adelman. Two things come to mind.....he must of envisioned a long neck on the Alpaca...which he probably was visualizing a Llama instead. As for the big-ass horse...who knows.
Many years ago, long time patrons, Phyllis and Henry Cardin, now both deceased, were sipping their coffee on a snowy winter morning. Phyllis having just celebrated her fiftieth birthday was sharing some of the party highlights and gifts received at the half century celebration. One of the presents.... a box of Depends, for "elderly incontinence". Mr. Bill now laughs...after his surgery they would of come in handy for a few days!!
Phyllis also joked about a dream she had in earlier years...... While being in that la-la land place, she felt totally relaxed, admitting it must of been "deep sleep". Poor Phyllis dreamt she was in her bathroom relieving herself...yep...wet the bed she did! Laughing she said "where the hell were the Depends when she actually needed them...Mr. Bill snickering...."I've had a dream very similar...yep...another bed wetter! Credit given, where credit is due, those two probably the only ones in Fred's News that day, that would admit such a dastardly deed!
Over the years, listening to many of our patrons, especially those who frequented the place in the wee hours of the morning, there were many vivid imaginations, they just didn't realize it. This morning as I readied myself for a long day at that Magical Place, Mr. Bill awakens...laughing, his dream still very much a part of his memory. Quickly before it rides off into his still sleepy subconscious, he explains: "I was riding a horse, a big ass horse!" he muses. "Where?" I question. "Ya know, I haven't got a clue, but it was a big ass horse, who kept telling me, "Would you please sit the right way, you're killing my back." OMG...the effects of all the drugs is taking its toll. A big ass horse that talks...nice! As he continued, it came to light the horse was, old and wise. I'm not quite sure why Mr. Bill figures the horse was wise....in my mind, also on the strange side, the one statement this big ass horse has uttered, "would you please sit the right way, you're killing my back" is not exactly of the profound variety...nope not even close. In my book that is one dumb big-ass horse, who I might add, also has a long neck! This dream is coming at me in bits and pieces and Mr. Bill is dead-ass serious. I think he must of been subconsciously thinking about our early evening conversation, involving former patron and Alpaca farm owner Linda Adelman. Two things come to mind.....he must of envisioned a long neck on the Alpaca...which he probably was visualizing a Llama instead. As for the big-ass horse...who knows.
Many years ago, long time patrons, Phyllis and Henry Cardin, now both deceased, were sipping their coffee on a snowy winter morning. Phyllis having just celebrated her fiftieth birthday was sharing some of the party highlights and gifts received at the half century celebration. One of the presents.... a box of Depends, for "elderly incontinence". Mr. Bill now laughs...after his surgery they would of come in handy for a few days!!
Phyllis also joked about a dream she had in earlier years...... While being in that la-la land place, she felt totally relaxed, admitting it must of been "deep sleep". Poor Phyllis dreamt she was in her bathroom relieving herself...yep...wet the bed she did! Laughing she said "where the hell were the Depends when she actually needed them...Mr. Bill snickering...."I've had a dream very similar...yep...another bed wetter! Credit given, where credit is due, those two probably the only ones in Fred's News that day, that would admit such a dastardly deed!
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