Last night I had a dream that recognized itself as a metaphor. How amazing is that? And the best part– the best part is that Fred Mertz from I Love Lucy was the main character. Not to mention the thing was in black and white!
Have you ever had a black and white dream before? Or sepia toned? If not, get on it. Maybe there’s a way you can prep yourself for this sort of REM cycle the same way you can supposedly meet someone in your dreams if you think about three of the same things involving three senses (sight, touch and smell?) and decide on a meeting place. I’ve tried this before and not had any luck. Would love to hear if anyone else has. My friend Vanessa says she’s done it before. Then again, she’s probably more imaginative than I am. For those of you who don’t know Vanessa, she’s sort of like Regina Spektor’s cousin, only better.
So I suppose Vanessa, Regina Spektor and Fred Mertz aside, this postcard is a bit of a dream. In more ways than one. Of course it doesn’t involve Fred’s face cutting out like Porky Pig in an old Warner Bros cartoon. Maybe that’ll make it onto the next one.