In which I wish to return the unused portion of this dream for a full refund


I know not every dream will be some bonkers adventure with John Larroquette and the Muppets. Or that it will turn out I spelled “John Larroquette” right on the first try, considering I have spelled Cincinnati wrong so many times my spell checker will not even flag the wrong version anymore. Nor will they all involve high-ranking nudists barging through or even necessarily being chased by something so frightening that I cry out in a haunting, half-paralyzed voice that wakes my love. But.

Last night? I dreamed that I noticed I had more money than I expected in my savings account, and since I was all caught up on bills, I transferred a thousand dollars over to my IRA. Did this go wrong in some way? No, not at all. It took like three steps, and the computer responded “right”, and all was done. It wasn’t even a frustration or futility dream. It was just a dream about telling a computer to move one number to a different column and succeeding.

I hate to complain to the Commissioner of Dreams, especially since I need most of my workdays to fight with Nintendo about getting them to fix my Switch, but this? This is just … there is nothing dream-appropriate about that.

Author: Joseph Nebus

I was born 198 years to the day after Johnny Appleseed. The differences between us do not end there. He/him.

4 thoughts on “In which I wish to return the unused portion of this dream for a full refund”

  1. I dreamed last night that Betty White and Allen Ludden had moved in next door.
    They were very well behaved neighbors, but Allen did get a bit testy when I tried to skunk him on Password, not letting him use an opposite for a clue by PW+ revised rules.

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    1. Well, you can understand Allen being a bit upset with that.

      … Wait, did they really ban opposites on Password Plus? I don’t remember this but I admit the Passwords all sort of blur together. I could use a Password manager some.

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  2. Last night I dreamed I was the Provisions Manager for a nursing home that was suddenly in my basement and being fronted by Alan Alda. It was a pretty disreputable place, I was told to order dog chew bones and bottles of “Geezer Juice” (literally what was written on the labels, guess my brain didn’t want any trouble from the Geritol® people) Any idea what any of this means? I haven’t recently had any real life dealings with nursing homes or Alan Alda, so that can’t be it.

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    1. I’m not sure, but I think you have your concept now for a cynically snarky management-sim game. It would have been incredibly risqué and edgy if you could have released it in, say, 1996, but even today you’d find some market for it. I’d love to help with the project but have no idea how to find a Generic Management Sim Game project and turn that into a particular game.

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