At The Door

I never know exactly where dreams come from. They always seem to take me by surprise. As dreams go though, last night's dream ranked right up there.

I was walking through a place that had dirt floors and numerous doors all leading to other rooms. I was with my cousin Jim and we were casually looking into rooms trying to find our way out. We knew the lion was there, but just didn't know where. Finally we found a room with a door that lead to the outside. We discussed it for a moment, but knew we had to get out somehow so we both stepped through the room and started running as fast as we could.

Just a few feet from the door I turned and looked behind me and could see the lion bounding up from out of nowhere. He was enormous and full of anger and was gaining on us. Somehow I lost track of my cousin Jim and was running as fast and as hard as I could for the door. Just as I got there, the door opened and I stepped through into the bright sunlight and the door slammed shut behind me.

Standing beside the door was a tall well dressed man wearing a fedora. It was my Uncle Jack. He helped me hold he door closed while the lion tried to get to us. I asked Uncle Jack how he was because I hadn't seen him since he died back in 1992. He said he was doing fine, but that he really wanted to see his son, my cousin Jim. I told him that I didn't know where he was because we were running so fast that we somehow got separated.

After a while the lion gave up and went away and shortly after that there was a gentle tap at the door. It was my cousin Jim. I opened the door and was so moved to see how happy he was to see his father again.

And then I woke up because I had to pee.

And I'm always happy when I wake up before I pee.