Last night I dreamed (or is it dreamt) that I was hired to be a host on a talk/comedy radio show, and I was SO funny doing everything ad lib!
I was part of a three man team, like Robbins, Markley and vanCamp here in Peoria.
Not to be confused with the GREAT, ICONIC, Greg and Dan Show, who graciously play my a.b. normal songs from time to time.
Everything was going great until they handed me a bit I needed to memorize, and it all went to hades in a hand basket, if you catch my drift...snowflake.
Of course, I couldn't remember a word from the script and was sweating bullets until I, thankfully, woke up.
At nearly 70 years of age (May 14, 2020...no gifts please) my dreams are still constucted from my longings and fears.
My dream of becoming a cool celebrity on the radio, TV, the Broadway stage, or movies, linked with my fear of failing miserably in my mediocrity.
Sheesh! You'd think I'd be over that silly crap by now!
Maybe it's kinda positive that I still hope for a better future in my ancient days, and I'm not too overconfident in my entertainment skills, on the other hand, maybe becoming a super star celebrity would NOT be a better future, and I would end up sleeping in the gutter!
I could go down the BIG LIST of celebrities who had miserable lives, but I will not mention the names of these poor souls out of pity for their, uh...miserableness.
In conclusion, maybe my attempts at fame and fortune have been thwarted by the Almighty, to prevent me from having a tortured, suffering, miserable life!
I hope so! I'd hate to think it's due to my lack of talent. Naw! That can't be it!!
