I seldom remember my dreams. That is probably a blessing in disguise. I awoke this morning wondering why last night could not have been a night that repeated this pattern.
Yes, I had a dream about Jim West. Why I was blessed with such a “privilege” I don’t know. Here’s basically how it went.
My wife, son, and I were at a fair of some sort in a mall. There were video screens and tv monitors set up all over, and people crowded around them, watching what, I don’t recall. In the middle of a long walkway was a giant . . . . GIANT (I’m talking like 50 feet long and 10 feet high) inflated air mattress thing. I was sitting on it with my family, and I turned around and looked over my right shoulder through a huge group of people, and caught what I thought was a familiar face. This face looked away. Then, it looked back at me quickly, and then away. This person had a huge camera around their neck, a goofy look on their face, and was snapping pictures furiously. This person . . . . was Jim West. He looked like the epitome of a tourist. And I remember thinking how rude I thought he was not to greet me when he obviously had seen my picture. And that’s all I remember. I probably woke up at this point from this nightmare.
If anyone wants to take a stab at the meaning of this dream, I am (terrified yet) curious.