Wayne was chuckling as he entered the kitchen this morning. I had the wildest dream, he said. I dreamed I got an "F" on my project and I was really mad because when I looked at all the mapping projects of the people who graded me, they were all poorly done and didn't use any of the things we learned in class. I chuckled right along with him, telling him it was a sign he was worrying too much. After all, there are no letter grades for those taking this as a free class but still I understood his desire to do well and his uncertainty about the whole project-grading process. It's peer review so three people in his online class of 40,000+ are going to check what he's done and assign points just like he's going to be grading the projects of others. Hopefully, there will be some kind of suggested criteria instead of leaving it up to each individual to come up with their own but who knows. He's gotten lots of positive feedback on what he's done so I'm sure it will score well.
For a guy who seldom dreams, or maybe it's that he just doesn't remember them afterwards, this is the second time recently that he's shared a rather elaborate dream he's had. The first one was even more detailed and definitely more entertaining although he was mad in it as well.
He dreamed our friend Hiram won two hotel rooms at one of the casinos in Biloxi and invited us to go with him and take the second room. Hiram enjoys going to the casinos and, in fact, was just there a few weeks ago. Us? Not so much. But we're good friends and so we went...at least in the dream. We'd probably do the same thing in real life too.
Once there Wayne concluded the room would have cost us $100 if we had had to pay for it so we'd each take $50 to go gamble and call it even. He took his money to the penny slots where he hit a big jackpot and won $400,000. Since Wayne's a big collector of pennies and never spends a single one if he can help it, I'm assuming the payout wasn't in pennies because he immediately decided I could have half his winnings to spend on the house. Now we know this is a dream...not because he gave me half but because Uncle Sam didn't take a cut. I got a full $200,000.
He had a plan for his $200,000 too. He ordered an elaborate Jeep specially equipped for geocaching and spent all the rest on a grand trip around the world. It just shows you how generous he is because in addition to spending my share on the house, I was going on the trip too. Because his Jeep had all these bells and whistles, it was a special order and it was going to take several months for it to be delivered.
The next scene in this sleepytime drama was me telling him there's a problem. I'd overspent on my home improvement budget, I'd told him, and he was going to have to cut back on our exotic trip. He couldn't, he replied; he'd bought it on Hotwire and it was already paid for. What? Hotwire's advertising must be working on him subliminally as we've always booked air travel, etc., directly but logic isn't required in dreamland.
Well, you're just going to have to cancel your Jeep, I told him. That is, the dreamy version of me did anyway. You can imagine how that went over, dream or no dream. Then he woke up. The good news is he wasn't mad at me any longer but the bad news is we didn't get to enjoy that fabulous trip. Or whatever it was I was spending more than $200,000 to do to this house.
Isn't it funny where your mind goes when your body is turned off? I can see glimmers of real life in that dream. He'd like a caching Jeep, I'd like to do some things around the house and we'd both like to travel to some far-off land. Spending $400,000 to do all those things would only happen in a dream, however.
Here's hoping the next nocturnal soap opera playing in his subconscience is more comedy and less tragedy. He's far too mellow for these non-sweet dreams.