I have made an executive decision to try and post once a day to either drive my readers batty or have them asking for more….
Last night I had a dream about Bill Gates. I have had dreams of famous people before but never one of this caliber or fortuitous in nature. I don’t know why Mr. Gates decided to pop into my castle in the air, maybe it’s the menopause gods messing with my brain; but he did pop in and we were in his automobile. He was driving of course, and I was in the passenger seat.
This was not the car I actually found myself leaning on outside the Westin Hotel while waiting for the airport Taxi one afternoon. In the dream, this auto was a very sleek Cadillac Escolade with tinted windows…
I have never had the pleasure to meet Mr. gates. I have only seen pictures of him on integral publications. I knew his dad was a lawyer in Seattle like mine was and maybe they crossed paths a few times in the court house elevator to exchange briefs…….
Anyway….. as I was heading back to Los Angeles and awaiting a transport vehicle to pick me up along with the other less fortunate’s who couldn’t afford a cab, the “Sit-n-Wait” bench was occupied and I was left with standing room only. Nestled under the car port in the semi circular drive to the entrance of the Hotel I noticed a teal colored Mercedes abandoned and parked close to the curb. I mozied on over and leaned my too- tired-to-stand-anymore- rump against the rear fender with my leg propped atop my Hartman carry- on; balancing the Times to attempt a puzzle I started three days earlier. Just when I finished filling in an 11 letter word for Mega rich person who monopolizes the computer industry……….
I heard an attendant scatter about rustling a set of keys and running after a man walking towards the Teal car where I was resting my laurels. He tossed out a quiet yell towards the man:
“Here’s your keys Mr. Gates”.
My tuschie came off the back end of that car as if it had just sat down on a wet seat on the Subway to Coney Island. I slowly looked to my right to catch a glimpse of the Billionaire hoping he wasn’t going to instruct the attendant to have me removed and get his car dusted for commoner butt prints.
What I actually witnessed was Bill giving me the double take. He looked at me twice before he opened his car door to get in.
There are only a few reasons I can think of when someone looks at you twice:
one: you think you recognize that person,
two: you like what you see and you have to have seconds.
three: “what was this girl thinking resting on his specially made Teal Sadies as if it were a hitching post equipped with a watering hole. Why the nerve of that girl placing her back pocket of her designer jeans against my hand crafted rear panel indulging in the New York Times Puzzle. What,….. she’s too good for the Seattle Times Sudoku??”.
O.k…That actually happened…..with the exception of the NY Times…..I was reading the Horoscope section holding a pen………
My dream last night about Mr. Gates opened with the two of us riding about in a giant SUV and he was yakking about how we were going to go swimming at a club that my family belongs to.
He was very concerned about my “knowing how to swim”, and “do I like swimming”.( I didn’t know how to respond because it was 30 degrees out and snow was still on the ground and swimming was the last thing on my mind.) As I sat there in the passenger seat groping for an answer that would honor the Mega- Trazillionaire, my puppy , Charly-dog, popped onto the dashboard and rummaged through the front seat as if he owned the car.
Mr. Gates started quizzing me about Charly and “what kind of food he eats” and “if the food was expensive” and “was it tasty“.
I informed him of the brand and mumbled that I had not yet sampled it.
Then I woke up. I woke up with a feeling that I had just held a private meeting with one of the top richest men in the country and our conversations centered around swimming and dog chow, instead of a great stock tip or insight to a new pc product. I was left drowning in a Pool of Purina……..
I don’t know about anyone else, but conquering menopause without medication is starting to have it’s effect on me. It has now hit the subconscious. My anterior pituitary has reached its last droplets of hormonal secretions and is casting its FSH out to the sea of dreams. Flooding the GATES of REM.
Thank God my puppy was there to witness the whole thing, he smiled at me in the morning as if everything went swimmingly well…..
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