Mostly True Memoirs
I AM VERY DISAPPOINTED IN MYSELF
I never remember my dreams.
I am always aware that I had a vivid dream.
But it disappears before I can recall it.
Today was different.
I was at a dinner party.
Where they were serving Burt-Reynolds-shaped pasta.
This is what my subconscious gets up to when I’m not around?
I am very disappointed in myself.
I was certain that I could do better than that.
If anyone knows how to analyze dreams, please just pass this one by.
I don’t want to know what it means.
My only hope is that it was young Burt Reynolds.
I guess I really am as lame as my kids say.