Dreams

I often use my dreams as a source for inspiration for both my writing and my drawings. My dreams tend to range from fantastical sequences of a story line to down right strange. Squirrels have attacked people, zombies have chased me and friends through strange halls, and Jason found out want it meant for me to turn into a werewolf.

So saying all that, you can imagine my distress when I have a dream that is normal in it's content and based on events that could actually transpire. It was about my parents opening up a portable food shop, that they plan on using to help pay for their many vacataions. The small trailer, that would be pulled behind my father's rather large truck, doesn't even have a bathroom, and I can picture them cuddled up and freezing at night sleeping in the damned thing, that is parked half way to nowheresville. Then during the day they would cook in it, selling my mother's maid rite recipe to hundreds of customers and be happy as they can be.

Yes... my parents are now both retired...