What dreams may come

It is once again early in the AM, and I am again awake. I suppose I should congratulate myself on finally achieving a more rational sleep schedule, but instead there is mild annoyance that there is nothing for me to do except crave coffee. But that is not the purpose of this post, this is a post about a dream that is still lingering in my mind. A dream that featured none other than Jesse Bond.

This dream was very entertaining, as it was like watching a show with elements of That 70's Show, The Wonder Years, Dawson's Creek, and Gilmore Girls. However, the narrator's voice and style were Mr. JB. It was blog like in the telling, only about a life and people I'm pretty sure don't exist. Unless you know a tallish, sandy haired girl with a buzzcut decorated with a skunklike stripe named Chute. It occurs to me that there does exist a young man named Bird, but whether he was the same as the one in the dream, who knows.

The setting was an unknown college where JB was living in a dorm. It was told in first person. There were many other supporting characters whose names were too long and odd for me to recall. Where I recall it beginning was with a group of 4 girls who enter the story as they are ministering to all in the dorm on the importance of wearing shower footwear to avoid spreading or catching dreaded athlete's foot, which sparked a friendship. There were references to lovely young ladies. There was some kind of costume party where someone dressed as a tree in full fall color. There was dancing. There was copious swearing. There were firepits and beer. There was background music. Oddly, there were no bicycles.

Perhaps this is divine inspiration for an Emmy winning show? Perhaps not, but it was quality entertainment.

Random Link: This sounds like something I've done in the past.