The Dreamer and The Consultant

I never realized how much of a dreamer I was/am until I married The Bone. I love playing this game I made up called "Vision Casting". It involves making grand declarations about the future. This causes tension in my marriage. It wasn't until recently that Tommy explained that, as a former consultant, the term "vision" invoked painful memories of him being tasked to fulfill clients' lofty and ill-thought out plans. So, in an effort to preserve our future, I changed the name of the game to "Salvation Oracles" which is a different (and yet identical) game that I also like to play.

Lucky (or so I think) for Tommy, he now plays a major role in my dreams. Such as:

Having twins with alliterative names
Living in Ghent
Living in the North End
Riding "The Tide" Light Rail from Hilltop to ODU
Living in Italy
Having my own office with bookshelves


As you can see, I have lots of dreams. Thanks to Carrie for helping me remember an oldie but a goodie, my ultimate end of life dream:



"For anyone who's ever wished they could experience the joy and comfort of being eaten by a stuffed shark, one designer has created a menacing-looking sleeping bag that will make short work of the sandman. Dubbed the ChumBuddy, the 7 foot long stuffed killing-machine is sure to delight all who become ensnared in the shark's plush, gapping mouth, or who nestle in its soft, fleece bowels."




A Shark-Attack Sleeping Bag. Brilliant.