Nothing really happens in a dream world. – Bert McCoy
Here’s the end of a dream.
It’s all I could remember when I woke.
I’m in a doctor’s office.
Everything is white,
except the doctor,
who looks like Robin Williams
pretending to be Bill Cosby
playing Mrs. Doubtfire.
Doctor turns into a genie.
She turns into Ellie Mae
from The Beverly HillBillies,
dressed up like Madonna
chrome cones over her breasts.
She looks like a missile launcher
with blonde hair.
I just know she’s gonna say,
” You have three wishes.”
That’s what they always say, right?
So, I figure I’m gonna ask for just one…
perfectly good health
until I die peacefully at a very old age.
Two,… more money than Bill Gates.
Three… umm….
Genie interrupts my reverie.
“You get one wish,”
she says in a West Virginia accent,
“Excuse me,” I sputtered.
“Thought I was supposed to get three wishes.”
“Get real. That’s only in the movies.”
Even in my sleep, I get a grip on myself.
So to speak.
“One wish will be plenty, I’m sure.”