Hi Tammy,
I had a dream about you last night. Perhaps I should start over--confessing some night thoughts about my friend's mom could be misconstrued and we only met once. Though, I do feel closer to you than anyone else I've only met once. After all, at the time your new MBA graduate WAS trying to expose some things I need not mention. Hopefully you remember. On second thought, hopefully you forgot. Regardless, it was a quick ice-breaker. Or more accurately, it was like taking a blow torch to a snow cone that had already been dropped on sun-beaten sidewalk; there is no holding back when it comes to Alecia--I appreciate Alecia and that we are on the same brain wave in a lot of ways. And Ashley too for that matter. I would say more about Ashley, but I recognize how vexing her infatuation with me as well as my man presence is for her. Plus, I still need to provide her with a nice decoration for the hood of her car. She's happy to explain.
Clearly, I digress. Back to the message at hand. The dream. It's ok, people don't have to leave the room for you to read this; fortunately, or unfortunately, it's not that kind of dream. The dream stems from me having recently heard about this havoc your white blood cells are creating for you. By the way, before I continue, I want to send you and Alecia and Ashley and Tony my warmest wishes and best thoughts for your physical recovery and all of the emotional hills and valleys I can only imagine you are experiencing.So, the dream. I'll get through it eventually. In the dream there were several familiar faces--you, Alecia, Ashley, Tony, me--and a bunch of unfamiliar faces--little kids. Shut it Alecia, I'm not a perv, I'm not dreaming about little kids. But truly, these were very little kids, like the size of action figures, only completely functional and animated. Much like Lilliputians. At any rate, we all invaded this ranch house somewhere in an arid, desert-like rural area. Aside from a couple of saguaro cacti in front of the house, there were not any other neighbors. Immediately after entering the house we all hurriedly sought out our bedrooms like some ecstatic Jersey Shore or Real World contestants. Despite our overt enthusiasm for the new digs, the real reason we were all so excited was to see you. You were actually already at this house being cared for and we came to cheer you up and help however we could.
Now, of course, our stay at the house did not come without its challenges. In particular, attending to the little…fully functional…action figure-sized…kids. Like all energetic, curious, playful little kids, these varmints wanted to go outside to run around and giggle and just generally be kids. Soon enough, though, we found the little kids had discovered the alligator pond. Of course there's alligator pond in the middle of the rustic desert. I'm from Florida, what do you expect? Moving along. The uncontainable little kids kept falling in the alligator pond. One can't leave a little kid to fend for himself in an alligator pond. So I rescued the first fallen action figure. Then another Lilliputian fell in. With alligators swimming all about, trying to engulf the snack-sized little rascals, I jumped in again…and again…and again, rescuing the tick-turds one after the next. I'd pull them out, dry them off on shore, dry their tears, and send them one their way with a warning to stay away from the dangerous, petrifying alligator pond. As is often the case, the little minnows couldn't touch the stove just once, but had to repeat it a few times. But I just kept rescuing and kept reminding to avoid the danger. The number of incidents steadily declined until before I knew it I was drying off my last little kid. Each incident was very scary, very saddening. But all of those rescues were worth it with complete relief and inexplicable joy culminating in that final towel drying.
What I gather from this dream is rather straightforward. You have these innocent, miniature cells (the little kids) that are being bombarded by some dangerous conditions (toothy, snarling alligators). But with your lively demeanor and support of your family and friends and doctors and people who only meet you one time who are rooting you on, it may feel like a day at the alligator pond, but in the end you get dried off for the last time and you are safely on the shore.
All my love,
Josh (JA)
I had a dream about you last night. Perhaps I should start over--confessing some night thoughts about my friend's mom could be misconstrued and we only met once. Though, I do feel closer to you than anyone else I've only met once. After all, at the time your new MBA graduate WAS trying to expose some things I need not mention. Hopefully you remember. On second thought, hopefully you forgot. Regardless, it was a quick ice-breaker. Or more accurately, it was like taking a blow torch to a snow cone that had already been dropped on sun-beaten sidewalk; there is no holding back when it comes to Alecia--I appreciate Alecia and that we are on the same brain wave in a lot of ways. And Ashley too for that matter. I would say more about Ashley, but I recognize how vexing her infatuation with me as well as my man presence is for her. Plus, I still need to provide her with a nice decoration for the hood of her car. She's happy to explain.
Clearly, I digress. Back to the message at hand. The dream. It's ok, people don't have to leave the room for you to read this; fortunately, or unfortunately, it's not that kind of dream. The dream stems from me having recently heard about this havoc your white blood cells are creating for you. By the way, before I continue, I want to send you and Alecia and Ashley and Tony my warmest wishes and best thoughts for your physical recovery and all of the emotional hills and valleys I can only imagine you are experiencing.So, the dream. I'll get through it eventually. In the dream there were several familiar faces--you, Alecia, Ashley, Tony, me--and a bunch of unfamiliar faces--little kids. Shut it Alecia, I'm not a perv, I'm not dreaming about little kids. But truly, these were very little kids, like the size of action figures, only completely functional and animated. Much like Lilliputians. At any rate, we all invaded this ranch house somewhere in an arid, desert-like rural area. Aside from a couple of saguaro cacti in front of the house, there were not any other neighbors. Immediately after entering the house we all hurriedly sought out our bedrooms like some ecstatic Jersey Shore or Real World contestants. Despite our overt enthusiasm for the new digs, the real reason we were all so excited was to see you. You were actually already at this house being cared for and we came to cheer you up and help however we could.
Now, of course, our stay at the house did not come without its challenges. In particular, attending to the little…fully functional…action figure-sized…kids. Like all energetic, curious, playful little kids, these varmints wanted to go outside to run around and giggle and just generally be kids. Soon enough, though, we found the little kids had discovered the alligator pond. Of course there's alligator pond in the middle of the rustic desert. I'm from Florida, what do you expect? Moving along. The uncontainable little kids kept falling in the alligator pond. One can't leave a little kid to fend for himself in an alligator pond. So I rescued the first fallen action figure. Then another Lilliputian fell in. With alligators swimming all about, trying to engulf the snack-sized little rascals, I jumped in again…and again…and again, rescuing the tick-turds one after the next. I'd pull them out, dry them off on shore, dry their tears, and send them one their way with a warning to stay away from the dangerous, petrifying alligator pond. As is often the case, the little minnows couldn't touch the stove just once, but had to repeat it a few times. But I just kept rescuing and kept reminding to avoid the danger. The number of incidents steadily declined until before I knew it I was drying off my last little kid. Each incident was very scary, very saddening. But all of those rescues were worth it with complete relief and inexplicable joy culminating in that final towel drying.
What I gather from this dream is rather straightforward. You have these innocent, miniature cells (the little kids) that are being bombarded by some dangerous conditions (toothy, snarling alligators). But with your lively demeanor and support of your family and friends and doctors and people who only meet you one time who are rooting you on, it may feel like a day at the alligator pond, but in the end you get dried off for the last time and you are safely on the shore.
All my love,
Josh (JA)
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