Universal Wisdom

God laughs

Get over it.

You know what I’m talking about, don’t you? Anybody else have 3D living-color dreams that make about as much sense as a tyrannosaurus in a tutu?

Why would I expect a different result (aka universal wisdom instead of a Dream World clown convention)?   I’d been cruising through a bunch of dream websites with all those dream experts spouting out their success stories.

There are 2 painfully obvious possibilities for my abysmal track record.

  1. Either they don’t have my brain
  2. Or Dream World is God’s idea of a practical joke.

Either way, the result is the same. 

Last night I asked repeatedly, “Tell me when the apocalypse is going to come. Show me where I’ll be when it happens. Give me a time, a date, a place.”

This is the answer I received:

I was dressed like this:


While driving this:


On a lonely country road past this:


The only thing missing in this fiasco?  I wasn’t holding a package of dates.  Nooooo.  That would have been much too obvious.

This portent of things to come can mean only 1 of 2 things:

  1. I need to move to Oklahoma by next Halloween to be spared from the apocalypse (even the Zombies steer clear of Oklahoma), or
  2. There will be an apocalypse the day I’m driving a crotch rocket wearing the ugliest pumpkin suit imaginable.

Why do I feel like I’ve just been given a 1-2 punch in a boxing ring?

Either way, the joke’s on me.  Either way, the joke’s on me.  

Didn’t I just say that?