Often lately I have pleasantly woken from a very surreal recurring dream that was both macabre and sublimely serene.
I liken that awakening to the feeling one gets lying in bed savoring the moment between learning one possess the largest winning Lottery ticket in history and the waking reality of having never actually bought a ticket and thus must face another dismal rainy Monday morning commute.
In my dream, a college roommate of young “Donny Trumple” was Edgar Allan, whom everyone on campus knew as “Poe”.
Poe was, in reality, Dexter Serial, a homicidal killer and escaped mental patient hiding in plain sight.
Right before graduation and after suffering through six months of Donny’s constant whining he drugs then drags him to the basement of their Fraternity house. Poe then proceeds to entomb him behind a stone wall to be seen NEVERMORE.
“What do you know?” Dreams really can cheer us up and brighten an otherwise dreary day.
Edgar Allan
