7.15.2004
Moms are weird.
My mom sent me an e-mail this morning with the subject line: RE: Dream. My immediate thought was: this is going to be the best damn thing I will read all day. Let me explain why by giving you some background on my mom and her dreams.
When I was in high school, my mom would fall asleep on the couch every night while watching TV, usually around eight o'clock. Once, I woke her up to ask her a question, and she replied with some crazy nonsense answer like, "The car wash is tomorrow at six, so get your bunnies ready and we'll eat the pizza on the roof." My mom really likes pizza (and washing the car, and bunnies). And she had absolutely no recollection of the discussion the next day. This gave me an idea. My mom is full of material! I've gotta write this stuff down and start using it. So I did. Every night, around eight or eight thirty, I would gently wake her up and wait for the magic to happen.
That's why I was so excited about reading her e-mail this morning, and she did not disappoint. So, here it is, in its entirety.
FYI: My parents call me Kab, and Malia was my best friend and next-door neighbor when I was a kid.
RE: Dream
Hi Kab, I just have to tell you about the crazy dream I had just before I woke up this morning - It was you, Malia and me and we were all going to high school together. We would move from class to class and the two of us just giggled and didn't pay attention to the teacher, but Malia was writing down a lot of stuff and then we would ask her to tell us what the teacher had said. We also had gym and for some reason we had to put on these plastic grocery bags that were lined with some kind of cloth. It was a crazy dream, but I wanted it to go on and then I woke up.
My mom. She's great!