Finding Fizzy Zen

Don’t you hate it when a dream ends on a cliffhanger?

That happened to me last night. The plot was pretty epic. Felt like an entire TV series, even, but then it just dropped off. I thought about trying to write down what I had, but it was just too much.

Then I happened across this fun one from two years ago, and figured I’d share that instead. ENJOY (sorry not sorry)

Well, that was one of my weirder dreams for sure. We were going about our lives: traveling, watching movies, driving fast cars, worrying about being late, fussing with elaborate hairdos for weddings and what not (seems I was trying to get my nephew’s short hair into a “loose n’ lacy” man-bun because that was a thing), when we suddenly discovered we were all actually just a bunch of molecules in a can of Dr. Pepper. And not quite knowing what to do with that information and the ensuing pandemonium, all of us simultaneously started doing yoga, with a green screened Erik Estrada leading the way on world-wide TV. “Life is just a bottle of fun!” And I followed for some time, and felt all sorts of Fizzy Zen, until I realized he too was feeling the existential dread.

Thank goodness for morning alarms.

Dream from August 16, 2018. I tried to illustrate it here: