This last dream was different. Facebook was offering only the sick (they know who we are) fully finished and Halloween-decorated pages that would last one day. We wouldn't have to post a seasonal picture, write a witty message, or even say Happy Birthday to our friends. All would be done for us because we did not feel well enough to manage it. Every time a new cough came, another example of a Halloween page floated by.
One such page had a picture of Wayne dressed as the vampire for Halloween. The year he scared all the children including his own niece and made the little ones cry. Another page highlighted Squirrel and our ceramic pumpkin. Once, Corey was dressed as the mummy and I was in my Gypsy costume. I wanted to choose that one so I could stop dreaming. It had actually been a foggy night and the mummy crepe paper was coming undone in a foreboding way.
The coughing was so steady, though, that I couldn't move fast enough to order my page. In the dream all I had to do was hit Amazon One-Click to download but another sample was flashing in front of me before I could move. Once, the profile picture was me in my balloon-woman costume wearing my beret, my Monet quilted T-shirt from the '60's, my acrylic cat-eye glasses, and holding on to my many balloons. And on and on and on.
I'm up now. Next, shower. Then I need to go out for more soup, more water, more honey. A lemon. Finally, rest. Happy Halloween. No dreaming!
