A Strange Dream
One afternoon I called my lady friend to see if she would like to go to Huntington Beach the next day. We would pack a picnic lunch and watch the sail boats on the lake. My tripod and scope would give us a great view. My only worry was the steps from the top of the hill down to the beach. At my age, I was a little afraid of falling.
That night I crawled into bed thinking about our outing. I couldn't get the view from the top of the hill to the beach below out of my mind. Finally I fell asleep. I dreamt of falling down that hill. When I reached the bottom, it was dark and I thought, huh, what's going on? When I opened my eyes and looked up, the bottom of the bed was staring at me, springs and all. My bed frame is supported on all four sides by large pavement blocks, making it easier to climb in. The frame had slipped from the bricks and slowly I cruised down to the floor.
The next morning I called my lady friend told her what had happened. She had a good laugh. She came over and helped me fix the bed. Then we headed to the beach. All of a sudden the rain started. We decided to go out to eat instead. I'm sure there wil be many other sunny days to go to the beach.