My lap is insufficient for Norm's needs

Last night I had a dream. I was back in my home town, an ittybitty community in northern Minnesota.

*Fun Kell fact: All of my dreams that take place in an outdoor setting (the focus of which having to do with small town simple) take place on my high school campus. I’m sure there’s some kind of obvious symbolism there that I’m completely oblivious to;)

Holy cow! I’m amazed at all the obscure knowledge I possess pertaining to... myself. Anyways. Onward. The entire town was having some sort of fair on the grounds- multicolored tents and booths were set up everywhere. I stand in front of one of the tents and stare at the wares presented on the table before me. Prominently displayed is one of my father’s puzzle bags. Dreaming me is transfixed by said bag, remembering all the other times she stood in this exact spot (in this constructed little world) doing absolutely nothing. Real, lucid me knows we’ve never had this dream before but doesn’t see any harm in letting dreaming me continue with her illusions. So sitting back (metaphorically of course), I let the dream take over and wait to see where it’s going to choose to go.

Dreaming me takes a step forward and at first, seems almost surprised she can actually move from the position she took for so long. A glance around shows the same scene as always- the familiar people, indifferent pleasantries going on, and only a slightly skewed vantage from all the other dreamings about this day. The object of her scrutiny- the puzzle bag, now takes up her entire field of vision and becomes larger as she moves closer.

(Every once and a while, I’ll realize I can’t *hear* anything in my dreams. Whether or not this is constant or only applicable during these revelations, remains to be seen. Or heard rather :P)

She gets to the end of the table. Reaches one hand out. Picks up the bag. Solves the puzzle and opens the bag. It's empty.

And then: I wake up... pissed. Is it too much to ask for a Marsellus’s briefcase sort of moment from my subconscious?

I thought I was cooler than this.

Dang.