Technicolor Dreams

I’ve heard there are people who don’t remember their dreams. Maybe these are the same people without air-conditioning? I don’t know these people.

When I was a kid in the 70s, I had nightmares about the inevitable nuclear holocaust. As I ran to/from the bunker with the mushroom cloud swelling in the background, I invariably lost my glasses and dreamt in 20/200 vision for the rest of my night.

20/200 Vision Experience

20/200 Vision Experience

Surviving the end of the world without glasses was a dubious victory, and I was always glad to awaken and find my spectacles with their coke bottle lenses at my bedside.

geek glasses

Yesterday I went to see Catching Fire, the 2nd movie of The Hunger Games. It’s like Running Man (with The Governator) meets The Lord of the Flies in 1984.

Needless to say, I dreamt of the Apocalypse last night. Live and in stereo. I could see, but dammit, I couldn’t breathe.

I’d lost my Afrin and no nasal sprays survived the end times. It’s always something.

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About oldhwysixwest

I'm currently pursuing a PhD in accounting at LSU. I also write fiction when I can (usually 4 am).
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