Bad Dreams In The Night

I live a pretty good life but I seem to have inherited the ability to be morose even in my dreams. Every now and then I have a bad dream and I cry in my dreams over something that I have thought I have lost. I am wandering all over the place lost and lonely but happy as I am happiest doing this in real life. It is like being a Wandering Jew or a Gypsy. I guess I am lonely like the Maytag Repair Man and you know how he feels having to fix all those Maytags that supposedly never break down. It sucks to be lonely like the Maytag Repair Man. But, sometimes it ain't so bad, if you know what I mean. He does get to fix things and appears to be well liked.

Well anyways, the gist of the dream is the following: I have a shit truck that needs to be fixed properly so I can drive it around again. It is my taxi for me and people who want cheap rides around Portland, Maine. I would be a taxi driver in real life. However, I am not interested in driving people around all that much as most people are cheap and don't want to pay shit for anything. That is just some people who have not learned how to get with the program or they might think that someone owes them something as they have a big chip on their shoulders and think that someone owes them because their shit does not stick. You know what I mean.

So, there I am in my dream crying about the loss of my truck as I decided to sell it to my High School teacher Mr. Ross who taught Psychology among other things. He was one of the better teachers I ever had as he really cared about his job and was full of Enthusiasm. I see him in the Old Port of Portland, Maine in my dreams and he is using my truck and happy and content to be sitting in the back of the truck but the truck has turned into a van of sorts, a hippie van it seems and he is finally happy and content and at peace in his life. I am not. At least this is what i saw in the dream. And then, I see that the front letter and the last letter of the license plate has been changed to blacked out paint by being sprayed out with spray paint. And, I think to myself, in the dream, "I am so jealous."

And then I am feeling loss and now that I am awake I am feeling jealous and like I got ripped off as he somehow purchased the truck from me and/or stole it and now I am feeling loss. Hindsight is 20/20 but now I feel like I have done the wrong thing by selling the truck in real life and like I should have never gotten rid of it? Or, did I really get ripped off by selling it for nothing just so I could have a little bit of money and to be happy for once with just a little bit of money? I dunno. Ripped off is all I am feeling in this dream. Not a good dream to be having.

What a tripped out shitty dream.

Have a nice day in hell. Right???

For those of you who read this story, thanks for reading it.

Maverick Ashley Lenartson