Me: I had a nightmare.
Him: What was it?
Me: We were at the beach at night, in a big crowd, watching fireworks.
As the first round came down, it exploded like a bomb on the beach.
Being so close to the explosion, we were propelled into the darkness.
When I got up & shook myself off, I couldn't find you, & my phone was broken.
Him: That's a scary dream!
Me: What should we do if that really happens?!?
Him: Meet me at the flagpole.
6 comments:
Wow! Weird, but last night one of my dreams was that your blog was being made into a movie...
Now that's a lovely poem.
What a wonderful, practical guy!
I have to admit, LOLd at..."and my phone was broken." Not the cell phone!! :-) And I love how quickly he came up with "meet me at the flagpole"...I love a man with a plan.
I had a dream last night that I was taking a math test in school (um...I'm not in school) and looking to cheat off of Katie K. (who I haven't seen in 20 years). I attribute this to (1) trying to metric conversions for a baking project and (2) eating pesto pasta way too late at night.
practicality abounds outside of dreams...
'MEET ME AT THE FLAGPOLE.'... words to live by.
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