A Dream

Dreamt (British usage) we’d bought a new car except it turned out to be older than each of our really too old cars that we already have. Somehow we are pleased though. The man who sold it to us—Danny—the guy who runs our local Chinese restaurant—comes across as both trustworthy and good natured but also business smart. After we sign off on the car he takes out a fingerless glove, looks me in the eye and says in a way that somehow brooks no argument: “Now I tickle you”. I look askance over at Dani, my wife, who is wondering around the furniture showroom (?) and she simply shrugs. Then Danny proceeds to tickle me for the next minute. It is excruciatingly intense and somehow hurtles me back to my childhood. I imagine I screamed out in my sleep. Shocked and thrilled I imagine world despots and people of power the world over being reduced to quivering wrecks by the power of being tickled thus. I imagine Lloyd Blankfein reduced to a giggling mess caught on film. I imagine such films going viral.
5/27/11