Living the Dream

Since when did it become a good thing to live the dream?  This concept confuses the shit out of me because dreams are generally pretty bizarre and not always good.  Ok, some are good.  Some are really really good.  I haven’t had a dream like that in forever though.  I miss that.

If I were truly living the dream, I’d be walking through the park and I’d see someone I knew.  I wouldn’t remember how I knew them, but I’d feel pretty comfortable with them.  They’d suddenly turn into a maniac and, as they’re chasing me through the park I’d wind up in a high-tech research facility with no idea how I got in.  Of course I wouldn’t care about that.  I’m still trying to escape this maniac, you see…

So I’d be looking around and trying to find escape, when I saw my aunt on her porch and I’d stop to say hi.  I’d have a glass of Kool-Aid and help her fix the sink.  What’s wrong with the sink?  There’s a snake in it!  Except it’s not a snake, but one of many tentacle arms of a monster than unearths itself through the floor of her house.  That’s when you’d appear behind me.  I mean, you were probably there all along, anyway.  I didn’t really notice you before, but it doesn’t seem odd that you just appeared.  You were probably brought here by the allure of Kool-Aid as well.

We’d fight off the monster and I’d help you escape. We’d run down the hospital halls together and you’d stop to buy a kitten.  Next thing I know, it wasn’t you, but Burt Reynolds that was fighting with me (and kitten shopping).  I must have been mistaken.  That’s a simple mistake, after all I’ve got a lot on my mind.  You see, somewhere along the line here, I’ve learned that the Mrs wants to go to outer space with this guy I barely know and it’s completely unfair because I’ve never gotten to go to outer space, and this dude is douchebag anyway.  I’ll wake up pissed off that you picked the wrong kitten (there’s one wrong one) and that I’m not going to get to go to space.

Although this won’t make a good arguement to be irritated with everyone in the morning, I’ll hold on to it because I feel like I should have been asked my opinion on kittens and first choice to go to space.

Sure, sounds like an exciting life, but if you think about it, aren’t a lot of mental patients living the dream?

Could I have used more commas in that last sentence?  No.  Why? Because I’m living the dream.

What’s your dream?  (Feel free to ramble, I do.)