It began with a fortune cookie, “Great Things Will Be Revealed To
You In Your Dreams.” I showed it to everyone at lunch, and they all
said they had never seen a fortune like that. I took it as a joke at
first, but then I mentioned the fortune to a few friends away from
work, and then to family and then to the people at the Laundromat and
they all agreed that it was a unique fortune, so I bought books on
remembering my dreams.
It took a lot of work, but I learned to remember my dreams. I was
disappointed. They were the standard dreams – showing up at work
naked or for a test that I hadn’t studied for.
Then I dreamt I was at the Dream Theatre. Actors were
rehearsing their lines for dreams they were going to star in. Others
were out back smoking and talking about dreams they had been in. “It
was just a bit part in one of those naked-at-work dreams, but I got a
line.” Inside a portly man was running lines. He was having trouble
with one line. His line was “I am going to tell you the meaning of
life.“
The next night he was in my dream. He walked up to me and said,
“The meaning of life is – oh damn what was the next part?”
He looked sheepish. I shrugged and woke up. I avoid fortune cookies now.
