Dream…

I had the strangest dream the other night. I went to a farm house out in the country for some kind of family gathering. As I was walking up the porch steps, I noticed some kind of cake slices or something. Puzzled, I picked them up and was looking at them when an elderly black gentleman, dressed is formal wear, said, “Sir, we are a poor county and these belong to our Rescue units. I’ll have to ask you to put them back.”

I was abashed and so I did.

When I went inside, everybody was there (even Luanne) and in an uproar. It seemed that one of the great grandchildren had gone missing. So, I went outside to help in the search.

But, when I went outside, I passed an EMT truck and saw an opened red backpack. Spilled out of it were the same cake slices. Puzzled, I was picking them up to look at them when that same black gentleman walked up and said, “Sir, I told you before… Please put them down!”

Then I woke up… Without being able to tell anybody it was an EMT guy who had lured the kid away with his cake slices!