So, since I have yet to write the Vegas Opus I'm leaving you with a story my mother recently uncovered while working on her archiving project. It's something I wrote when I was about 10 or 11. Revel in the dorkatude.
A SELLER OF DREAMS
"Dreams for sale. Dreams for sale. All different kinds of dreams for sale," called the seller of dreams.
Slowly a young boy approaches him and asks, "What kinds of dreams do you have to sell?"
"I have blue ones, orange ones, pink ones, scary ones, nice ones, beautiful ones, ugly ones. I have some from faraway places and some with all different faces."
The boy looks at the big covered wagon behind the seller of dreams as he asks, "May I buy one?"
"Of course. I think you might like a blue one. It's colored all in blue and very pleasant, too."
"I don't want a blue pleasant one," states the boy quietly. "I want one of a faraway place. Far past the earth, and the sun, and the stars. Way far away."
"Ah, you show more sense than the other ones coming to ask for dreams of the future. I have the perfect dream for you. It's of a place faraway. I've never been there before, but I've dreams of it often. It's called Laog. It's a fantastic place with crystal clear sparkling waterfalls and deep blue lakes. The fruit trees are the best anywhere," he said.
"Doesn't it have adventure and excitement at all? Any mysteries or problems?" questioned the boy.
"Yes, definitely. They're always different. Once a beautiful but mean girl was kidnapped, and I was to save her. She came close to death, but the worst part was I had to marry her. The adventure was lots of fun, though," the seller exclaimed.
"Describe what the place is like some more," said the child.
"It has white horses and silver stables. Great green grapevines to swing on. My favorite place is under a large apple tree in front of a lovely lake with a waterfall. The spray of the waterfall is so soft falling on your face. It's gorgeous!" described the seller.
"How much does it cost?" asked the little boy excitedly.
"Only a low amount of fifty dollars," said the seller.
The look on the face of the boy when he said he didn't have enough money stayed imprinted in the seller's mind. Even his most pleasant dream couldn't help. Slowly he got out of bed.
The boy, after a bad day, finally got to sleep. He had awful nightmares half the night, but at about three o'clock he started a pleasant sweet dream of white horses and silver stables. Of great green swinging grapevines and best of all an apple tree in front of a crystal waterfall.
When the boy woke up he realized he had gotten something special. He had received a gift from the seller of dreams.
"Dreams for sale. Dreams for sale. All different kinds of dreams for sale," called the seller of dreams.
Slowly a young boy approaches him and asks, "What kinds of dreams do you have to sell?"
"I have blue ones, orange ones, pink ones, scary ones, nice ones, beautiful ones, ugly ones. I have some from faraway places and some with all different faces."
The boy looks at the big covered wagon behind the seller of dreams as he asks, "May I buy one?"
"Of course. I think you might like a blue one. It's colored all in blue and very pleasant, too."
"I don't want a blue pleasant one," states the boy quietly. "I want one of a faraway place. Far past the earth, and the sun, and the stars. Way far away."
"Ah, you show more sense than the other ones coming to ask for dreams of the future. I have the perfect dream for you. It's of a place faraway. I've never been there before, but I've dreams of it often. It's called Laog. It's a fantastic place with crystal clear sparkling waterfalls and deep blue lakes. The fruit trees are the best anywhere," he said.
"Doesn't it have adventure and excitement at all? Any mysteries or problems?" questioned the boy.
"Yes, definitely. They're always different. Once a beautiful but mean girl was kidnapped, and I was to save her. She came close to death, but the worst part was I had to marry her. The adventure was lots of fun, though," the seller exclaimed.
"Describe what the place is like some more," said the child.
"It has white horses and silver stables. Great green grapevines to swing on. My favorite place is under a large apple tree in front of a lovely lake with a waterfall. The spray of the waterfall is so soft falling on your face. It's gorgeous!" described the seller.
"How much does it cost?" asked the little boy excitedly.
"Only a low amount of fifty dollars," said the seller.
The look on the face of the boy when he said he didn't have enough money stayed imprinted in the seller's mind. Even his most pleasant dream couldn't help. Slowly he got out of bed.
The boy, after a bad day, finally got to sleep. He had awful nightmares half the night, but at about three o'clock he started a pleasant sweet dream of white horses and silver stables. Of great green swinging grapevines and best of all an apple tree in front of a crystal waterfall.
When the boy woke up he realized he had gotten something special. He had received a gift from the seller of dreams.
