I woke this morning, quite disturbed, and here’s why…
It was a sunny afternoon, but not in this hallway. You see, Wrigley Field, has ivy growing in the outfield, but it had gotten out of control, and was growing through all the hallways and souvenir stations. The restrooms were covered as well. It was everywhere! I should point out that I am not a fan of the Chicago Cubs, and depending on how you look at it, this nightmarish state could stem from that fact. Who knows for sure? The Cardinals were playing there, which is most likely why I was there. That is my team. But this ivy darkened hallway was not enjoyable. I was seeking treats, and it was then that I saw a bright shaft of light on a table. A local church group had put out plates of treats. The honor system was used at this table. A square Tupperware dish was present for money collection. The red lid was off of it, but was under the dish. People had been putting money into it. There were one dollar bills, and a few fives. Some were just strew about, while other bills were neatly folded. On top of them all was a gold bullion. I didn’t recognize the markings on it, but assumed it was from a pirate treasure. And I thought that was pretty cool.
At this point, an internal struggle began. I wanted church cookies. Church cookies are the best cookies. But all I had was a twenty dollar bill. Questions and considerations began to race through my brain juice. “I can’t give them $20 for a cookie”. “It feels wrong to make change in the church cookie dish”. “I wonder how much that pirate gold is worth”. “I’m certainly not going to steal pirate booty from the church! That seems wrong”. There’s also another thing to consider here. I snatched up a cookie and started eating it in order to help my decision making abilities. A friend was approaching, and I panicked, and quickly grabbed another cookie and put it in my pocket.
I don’t know who this friend was, but they suggested that I need to flee to Mexico or Canada. I quickly chose Canada, because maple trees are awesome, and hot weather is dumb. I wasn’t sure why I would need to flee the states, was it because I just took a church cookie without paying for it? That internal debate wasn’t finished. I had not yet decided how to pay for the cookies. My friend explained that I had to run from the mafia, and they wanted to kill me. I mean, that’s what mafia people do. Kill people for random reasons. I was still uncertain if this had anything to do with the cookies, but I was filled in on the matter that I had seen something I wasn’t supposed to. It never became clear in the dream what I had seen. I was more concerned with God and the cookies at this point. You see, I believe that you have to answer for the good and bad things done throughout your life when we die and get judged on how we lived our life down here. And with the prospect of a mafia death soon to follow, I felt like I should get right with God and pay for the cookies.
However, this was the last money I would every have. I had to make $20 last the rest of my life! I’m not sure why this was the case, but in the dream, it absolutely was the truth. So, I decided to go make change in the cookie dish. But before I could, my friend grabbed my arm, and I was off to meet whatever fate lay in front of me. Being dragged away, I looked back at the dish wishing I could go put two dollars in it….then I woke up.
For the first hour of my day, this morning, I contemplated this, and wanted nothing more than to find any church anywhere and give them twenty dollars. I also really wanted to know who won the ball game.