Sweet Dreams?

I rarely remember my dreams. But last night’s was so vivid, it stuck with me most of the day. Here’s how it went:

I was driving the 4-Runner, Doc. B. was in the passenger seat. It was dusk and chilly. We slowly maneuvered the car into the back alley; the distance of 6 houses on our right and three on our left. I could see the light of the television in one home – the University of Georgia vs. Georgia Tech football game. We turned the car lights to dim so as not to draw too much attention. Once we got to Mrs. K’s section of the back alley, we could go no further – there were compost bins in our way.

We stopped there and quietly slipped out of the beat-up leather seats, leaving the doors ajar as we made our way to the back of the car. Doc. B. put on a pair of work gloves and I asked if there was a pair for me. We opened the back door hatch and tugged at a crinkly blue plastic tarp. It was so heavy we had to work together to slide its contents to the back of the SUV. Its contents? A heavy, dirty, damp female body. So heavy, it was like an awkward chunk of cement that took all of our intellect and might to move it out, onto the ground and to its final resting place.

I woke up smiling. Why? Because this was a replay of the prior evenings events. No, we didn’t literally take a body out of our car. But we did purchase a cement Buddha (Kwan Yin) statue that I’m guessing weighs over 200 pounds. And we did transport it in our 4-Runner to the back alley where we placed it, at dusk, with great difficulty, on the site of our dearly departed 100+ year old oak tree.

She looks good, huh?