"And your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams."

Sorry, to disappoint you, Joel, I said to myself as I woke up at two this morning, but for some time now I've been feeling just a mite cheated in the dream/vision department.

My wife has the most spectacularly strange dreams of anyone I know personally. This one, which she dreamed a few days before Christmas, is typical: She is in a room fighting off crack-addicted, flying cockroaches with faces like Emmett Kelly's.

When your Significant Other is in the midst of dreaming such things, you should know, do NOT reach out to touch him/her in an affectionate manner.

What dream did I awaken from this morning, you might possibly be wondering? One in which I'm in an auto-body shop, talking with someone about having repairs done to the right front corner of my car.

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