Dream Land

Dream Land
I am certainly glad that dreams sren’t really real. Lately I have been having dreams. Most times I don’t deam or if I dream, I can’t remember them when I wake up. This morning it was a really weird one. For some reason I was upset with my brother Kenneth Beck. I was so upset that I stole his trailer truck and ddrove it away.
The strangest thing was that my brother isn’t a trucker and he doesn’t own or drive a big rig. On top of that, although I can drive a stick shift, I wouldn’t know how to shift all of the gears in one of those huge trucks.
I remeember getting off a four lane highway and pulling it into the parking lot of a diner at an iinterchange. As I climbed out of the big rig’s cab, I checked pockets and had no money. I had no money because I had no pockets in my scubs or my flannel shirt. It was almost as if I was in a pair of pajamas. I don’t recall what I was wearing on my feet, but it didn’t feel like shoes, it was more like bedroom slippers or moccasins.
I entered the diner. It was filled with people eating. (Big surprise right?) I headed to bathroom. There were side-by-side doors to wach restroom with a single entrance to a single stall with a commode only. As I sat there contemplating my next move, I heard someone coming into the restrom stall beside me. I could see through the wall between us. It was a glass partition. If she could see me, she paid no attention to me, so I did the same thing and hurried out to wash my hands in a lavatory sink at the corner of the diner.
I was still trying to figure out what to do when a sweet voiced young lady called my name. She was sitting at a table with a young man. She recognized me, but I didn’t recognize her or the young man. I explained my circumstance and the man fished a few coins from his pocket. I didn’t bother picking then from the table, but went back out to the truck and headed it back onto the fourlane highway. I drove back into wakefulness. I hope I got the truck back to my brother, if not I know he’s gonna be upset.