Adolf, the Bee & me

I had a dream last night that Adolf Hitler became our newspaper delivery person. He was driving around in a big old van the ones with the submarine style back windows. He did some of his route on foot so he had a giant orange bag, the strap of which wrapped around him like a beauty pageant sash.

My neighbor and I were out shoveling snow early one morning and he came to deliver and my neighbor said to him, '"You should really shave that mustache."

Then everything morphed into a meadow where I was lying on my back staring up at these high contrast, brightly colored clouds and a bee flew in my ear and said, "That Hitler thing was just a dream."

I have often heard that people have epiphanies or realizations when they dream. If I have them, I never remember them. Just these stupid, surrealistic snippets that Fellini would reject.

Well, it's better than nothing, I guess.