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{October 25, 2011}   Put on The Blog

I think I may try to post something once a day to drive the readers crazy or to possibly have them ask 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 landed there anyway and the dream took place in an automobile.  He was driving of course, and I was in the passenger seat.

The car in the dream was not the one I actually found myself leaning on one cold afternoon outside the Westin Hotel while waiting for the airport Taxi to arrive. 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, just 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 Mercedes abandoned sitting close to the pick up area.  I mozied on over and leaned my too- tired-to-stand-anymore- rump against the rear fender with one leg  propped atop my Hartman carry- on, balancing  the Times on my knee working on 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 and he tossed out a quiet yell:

“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  headed to Coney Island. I slowly looked to my right to catch a glimpse of what I presumed might be the Billionaire,  (it could also have been my eighth  grade science teacher. Same name different incomes outcomes).  It turned out to be the Microsoft Mogul and I was 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 a double take. He looked at me twice before he opened his car door to get in and didn’t utter a sound.

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 of Gates car as if he owned it.

Mr. Gates started quizzing me about Charly-dog and asked: “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  great stock tips 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.  The estrogen has now hit the subconscious below sea level. 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.  I use to have dreams that had me floating atop the clouds care-free……with no Dog interruptus……….

Thank God my puppy was there to witness the whole thing, he smiled at me in the morning as if everything went swimmingly well…..

spread the humor.

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Okay, I’m sorry to go off topic like this, but I have an issue. What d*#$)$*d voted with 4 stars? This is obviously a 5 star post. I clicked on the stupid star/vote thingy repeatedly trying to force a correction of this obvious error, but it would only allow me one vote. Stupid f%$($&g, dumb*&%% button. As I am stilll dissatisfied with the new 4-1/2 star rating, I believe it will be necessary to take the matter up with the WordPress gods. Did said 4-star button pusher not read this post? “Bill Gates, Charly-dog, was it tasty, Pool of Purina.” WTF!

Where are those damned herbal supplements the naturopath promised would stop the hot flashes and mood swings? Oh, yes. Better.

This is a lovely and thought provoking story. Thank you for sharing.



SandySays1 says:

Hmmmmm, A couple of points. Be glad it wasn’t Steve Jobs come to call in your dreams. Any questions why you’re a Apple gal should now be removed. I sure Charly Dog appreciates the interest, but I know what I’d think if someone asked about the Geezer’s diet. Loser! He must have negative testosterone readings (sp?) But, the saving grace is you are always a fantastic read!
Sandy



Thanks Sandy! Love hearing you bark up my Blog…LOL



Phil says:

I’m glad I’m not a professional dream interpreter, because I don’t have a clue about this one Charly. So he took you to a swim club your family already belongs to? I’m guessing he is either cheap, or maybe he just wants to see you in a swim suit on a first date. I’m going with the latter.

Waking up suddenly, interrupted from what you were just doing with no clue what happened? So very… MicroSoft-like.



I think I am spending too much time on my on my Macbook with a crazed dog nipping at my ankles……



Phil says:

Macbook? Are you sure this isn’t a Bill Gates Nightmare?



lol….I don’t like PC’s……I’m all Apple….



Coherent dreams, no matter how far fetched, are always better than those that never get out of first gear.

You know, the kind where you’re doing the same thing over and over as if it were something different each time. THOSE are frustrating



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