Dreaming is a very idiosyncratic activity; I am sure you know. The dreams that I remember are those rooted in various neuroses – performance anxiety, imposter syndrome, and various kinds of incompetence. Susan’s dreams are more elaborate and frankly much more interesting. The other day we woke up from our repose, and I went off to shower. When I returned, we had the following interaction.
Susan: “I had the strangest dream.”
Me: “What was it about?”
Susan: “We were working with a dog rescue organization. We were trying to get dogs into a program where they could become Chefs.”
Me: (Thinking silently) “That’s not so weird. Dogs are very intelligent, and eager to please. What would be truly weird is trying to teach cats to cook. Hell, we can’t even convince them to get down off the damn counters!”