I had this dream last night. Usually my dreams are
either being back in the navy or back at my 20 year job at Litton, but this was
different.
I was at a fairground, much like the one in Springfield
nearby. I walked over to a vendor’s booth and asked for a can of diet Pepsi.
The vendor told his assistant to get me a Pepsi and asked me for the money. I handed
him a $10 bill. He pushed back $7.50, which I thought $2.50 for a can of Pepsi
was a lot, but I was at the fair. The assistant passed me a crumpled up can
that made me wonder how it didn’t explode. I shoved it back and refused to take
it. The vendor said he didn’t have any more. I told him to look because I would
not accept what they had to offer. The vendor said he could not refund money on
anything that passed across his counter. His assistant found another Pepsi and
passed it across the counter. The vendor then grabbed another $2.00. I said that
was unacceptable and he said that was tough, but that was the way things
worked. I was mad and I started around the counter when he grabbed another $.50
cents. That was more than enough for me; I was ready to fight as I rounded the
corner. He told me that I didn’t want to fight him, but I would have none of
that. He stood up and stretched into a giant, over 8 feet tall. I punched at
him and could only hit him at his upper thigh. He knocked me down on my back,
but I jumped back up and went after him again and managed to trip him. When he
hit the floor I pounced on him and proceeded to throttle him as best as I
could. That was where my dream ended and I woke up entangled in the sheets but
still fighting.
