Spoken Word Dreams with Son
My 21-year-old only son was staying at home last night so we could put his car in for repairs before he drives to Ohio for a Magic the Gathering tournament. Fairly often, and repeatedly last night, I am dreaming conversations between us as I rise up out of sleep. There are no images, but there are our voices. I often don’t remember the gist of the conversations; they are usually mundane, I think. The one this morning mainly concerned his asking me for gas money. There are apparently some constants across planes of existence, and one of these is that college students continually ask parents for more money.