I had the strangest dream the other night. (Whatta cliché!)
The Mister and I were flying through cornfields.
I fly a lot in my dreams. Or rather, I seem to move my body like wind, at will. Do y’all do that, too?
Anyway, that’s not the strange part.
The strange part was, we were chasing The Grim Reaper.
Now, metaphorically, we are all chasing The Grim Reaper, even when we fool ourselves into thinking that we’re running from him — but in this dream, we were chasing him, not with malice, but like children at play.
We stopped briefly to bounce on the back of a black umbrella as though it were a trampoline.
When we reached the edge of the cornfield, we came to a billboard with The Grim Reaper posing, and the sign read, “I’M ON THE OTHER SIDE.”
Clever phrasing, don’tcha think?
The edge of the cornfield loomed over a busy interstate, maybe a hundred feet below.
Directly opposite us, on the other side of the interstate, The Grim Reaper stood, waving and wagging his bottom, as if to say, “Haha! You can’t catch me!”
That’s when I woke up and had a smile to myself. Strange, but whimsical. Kinda Halloween-y!
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