In my dream, I’m waiting in front of the (church?) junior high school, at the sidewalk under the rain protection. I’m waiting for the Sweet Wife to pick me up, except she’s not in a car. She’s in an F-14 Tomcat.
She calls me on the cell phone and tells me she’s low on fuel and asks me to bring some with me. The jet doesn’t run on any normal jet fuel, though. It runs on 8.5″x11″ white paper. It must by high quality white paper because, after all, this is a jet.
I’m holding a box full of a ream paper, and I open it. The top 2/3rds is high quality white typing paper, just what the jet needs. The bottom 1/3 is old newspaper, ratty and covered with ink. This isn’t going to work.
The jet pulls up to the school. And I wake up.
My dreams are cool because it makes Sean’s brain hurt. Feel free to interpret this dream for me.
I was reading about a dream at “Sand in the Gears” that I found amusing. It involves guns, trains, and a canival. If you’re not dreaming in full Technicolor, you’re missing out on the free movies God provides each night. 🙂