sweet dreams are made of something else

By Todd Stadler · Sunday, April 22, 2001 5:59pm

What has been up with my dreams of late? I've been remembering lots of them, and they're all so odd...

Let's see, there was a family picnic. All my mother's family from Arkansas was there. The only thing I remember besides the red gingham tablecloth was a bowl of Munchos-like chips on the table. They were the same size and shape as Dixie Cups, and I marvelled at them.

How was such a chip made? Was it meant to hold other tasty treats? Was my mind creating wonderful new consumer products as I lay sleeping?

Later in the same dream, the whole family took a train somewhere, but it turned into a multi-segmented train-like bus sometime later. I told my mom to put on her seat belt, as there was a strong wind blowing out ont he plains, and I was worried the train would tip over. She ignored me.

I then found myself at the front of the bus, where I began to worry about the busdriver's habit of tailgating. Mainly because when I say the front of the bus, I mean I was sitting on the bumper. And I was worried I'd get squished between the bus and the truck in front of it.

When we got to where we were going, all my family started exiting the bus. After getting off the bumper, I tried to get back inside the bus, but the busdriver wouldn't let me on without my badge, which was still on my seat where I left it.

I asked my autn to vouch that I was a Stadler, but she was feeling playful and joked that I wasn't. When I looked closer at my badge, I noticed that it said "Leonard Stadler", which is my dad's name. This didn't bother me, though, since I figured we were more or less the same.

The only reason I typed this up is so that some amateur psychologist who happens to read this can analyze my dream and tell me that I'm insane, or sexually frustrated, or both. Not that I need a professional to tell me that.