I woke up the next morning rested like I haven't felt for years. Talking to myself, I commented, "Now that was a wild dream I had last night. It had to be. Probably from indigestion after eating an under cooked piece of beef I had last night."
The rest of the day was a wonderful day. Somehow, it felt different from the usual days I've been having. Even the people I normally see on my morning walk greeted me with a hearty hello, instead of walking past me with their heads hanging down. It was so good, I almost forgot about the haunting dreams I've been having.
That night, I got ready for bed, feeling pretty sure that those hauntings were the manifestations from leaving leftovers in my refrigerator too long and still eating them.
I had quickly fallen to sleep, but surprise, it wasn't for long.
"Wake up mon. We have a lot of work to do."
"What, again?" I say, sitting up a little startled. "I thought you were a bad dream that went away. Now I have to put up with you for another night?"
"Wow mon. Is that the gratitude I get for giving you a day of tranquility?" Bob says while toking on another joint. "Maybe I should leave."
"Wait, wait, wait," I say worried now. "Don't leave. It was you who gave me peace of mind for a day?"
"I can't take all the credit mon." he was saying while blowing smoke up in the air. "You had something to do with it."
"Can you do it permanently to me, please?"
After I asked, even I thought I was sounding a little needy, but what the heck. If it worked why not.
"Maybe later," he said. "First, I have to explain to you the reason you were born and why you should live a full life."
"Are we changing formats on me?" I asked. Then adding, "No longer going with the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, Future are we? Going to do the George Bailey and Clarence getting his wings scenario?"
I smiled like I knew what I was talking about, but he rolled his eyes and said, "First, stop saying ghost or ghosts. It's not very woke of you. We, in the afterlife, prefer to be called spirits. It has a comforting sound to it mon."
I looked at him like he was nuts, then asked, "Why, what's wrong with the word ghost?"
He just stared at me intently, not even taking a drag off his joint, waiting for me to figure it out on my own.
He finally lifted his hand towards his lips, I assume so he could puff away, but when I opened my mouth to speak he said, "No mon, think." and stared angrily at me this time.
After a minute I went, "Oh, because people are ghosting people. The word is now used as an ugly mean thing that people do to each other!"
He smiled his acknowledgement, took a big long hit on his joint, and blew the smoke to engulf me again while saying, "This George and Clarence thing you were asking about has nothing to do with us. You watch too many movies mon,"
To Be Continued...
This is,
I Quit Smoking Over Twenty Years Ago
And Now It's Legal Where I Live
And Better Quality
TwoBuckHowie
And
“You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb
of cheese, a fragment of underdone potato. There's more of gravy than of
grave about you, whatever you are!”
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
Like what you are reading?
Sign up as a Follower or Leave a Comment
I would love to hear from you
Thanks for reading
Be kind to everyone
I'll be seeing you
I haven't written the next part yet
so the next one will probably be posted a few days
Thanks again
No comments:
Post a Comment