So Corona Virus got me not working. The benefit of this is I’m sleeping 8 hours a night. The best part of that is the last hour or so, which is bonus sleep because I should be at work. I’m not one to remember my dreams all the time but for some reason, the dreams I have in that bonus hour are among the most memorable and at times absurd. I’ll tell you about one. My son thinks it’s funny.
I get sent (by my wife I can only assume) to park a car, but I’m at what looks like an all inclusive resort somewhere warm. It doesn’t look exactly like any of the ones I’ve been to. Also, there’s no reason for me to have a car at an all inclusive. Maybe it wasn’t an all inclusive, anyways it’s not important. I find it hard to write about dreams because I like to give all the details, but my dreams barely give me any details or context. There’s a massive parking garage at this resort, and somehow the car gets parked and I’m trying to find my family. I find my son (who’s 7, and I guess just wandering around on his own? Not likely), and I see this table where the owners of the resort are giving away free artwork. They call me over and tell me they have 2 pieces left, and would I like one? They’re huge, and I feel like they used to be inside the rooms, but maybe they’re being re-designed? I agree to take one, not really considering for the moment, like where the hell am I going to put this, how will I get it from said exotic destination to my home in Toronto. Then I get a look at the 2 pieces, and they’re both pictures of the owners of the resort, who of course are the same people giving them away. It’s a man and a woman, and the man has a great 80’s mustache with a white guy fro, and I can’t remember what his wife looked like, but she had money. Now I’m being too polite to say that I no longer want this artwork, so I’m going to have ditch it somewhere (like in a dream I should be able to laugh at this guy and say I don’t want his shitty artwork, and segue right into a poolside Pina Colada, but then if I realize I’m dreaming, I’ll wake up, so I end up just doing the same goddamn things I would do in real life instinctively).
Then I see Vasek Pospisil (Canadian professional Tennis player), and thinking it’s cool that he’s there, but there’s no crowd or no sign that he’s doing a meet and greet, so maybe he’s just on vacation too at the same shitty resort I’m at where the owners seemingly have pictures of themselves in the suite. So I ask him if he’s there doing autographs, and he says ‘yeah sure’, and so I grab my son because he likes tennis too. Just as I’m about the quickly whisper in his ear, what to politely say to Vasek Pospisil when asking for an autograph, my son walks up to him and says really loudly “Do you have chocolate?”
Then I wake up.
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