Dreams

Last night I dreamed I was given a plastic blister pack of The Top Nine US Marshals Play Set. Where does this stuff come from? The theory I subscribe to is that during the day the brain collects random bits of flotsam and jetsam, then weaves it all into a story to entertain itself. May not be true, but I like that explanation. On the old Jetsons TV show, you could program a little machine before going to bed, to direct your dreams. I prefer it the natural way – the randomization is great. Shakespeare said “To sleep, perchance to dream.” Dream on!