Dreamin'

I had the most wonderful dream last night. I was at a crazy outdoor art show in Chicago, full of oversized paintings by Willem de Kooning. Everything was bright and vibrant, and there was sawdust on the ground. It was like the most beautiful fair you could ever imagine.



I was there with my boss. No, no, no, it was good, you guys. We walked among the paintings and she told me how much she appreciated all the work I’ve done over the years. And how grossly underpaid I’d been the entire time I'd worked for her. I woke up wanting to sweep her into a long, loving embrace. Strange.

After blow-drying my hair I saw I had a voicemail from the very same boss. The message had her patented passive aggression and I knew that I could anticipate being literally thrown under a metaphorical bus by lunchtime.

Yeah, that’s more like it.

gretch