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MLK isn’t the only one who has had a dream

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Heidi Rice
Glenwood Springs, CO Colorado
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“Wow … I just had the weirdest dream,” Husband-Head said as soon as he woke up the other morning and sat up in bed.

Actually, it wasn’t unusual for Husband-Head to have strange dreams, but I was still interested in knowing what it was.

“You weren’t the dancing Pygmy in Africa again, were you?” I said as I yawned and turned over. “Or the scary clown at Carnival in Rio De Janeiro? It’s always strange when you have those dreams. …”



Husband-Head didn’t answer for a few moments as he was clearly thinking about the dream he’d just had.

“No,” he finally said. “This time I was at a bar called the ‘Frizzy Bee.'”



Being from Wisconsin, he’s told me about a number of bars in his home state with names such as the “Honey Bucket” and the “Husky Musky.”

But Husband-Head went on to relay that the “Frizzy Bee” bar in his dream included a large logo of ” and this one will catch you off guard ” a bee. “It was this big bee with an afro,” he explained, as he laughed remembering his dream. “And actually, it was kind of cool.”

I patted Husband-Head on the noggin and suggested that maybe he should forego that last Bud Light before bedtime.

However, it’s not just a Husband-Head thing. I’ve had weird dreams myself. Most of the time I think they come from conversations or thoughts I’ve had during the day, but sometimes I think it’s a conglomeration of every thought I’ve ever had in my entire lifetime that all gang up together.

“Hey, let’s REALLY freak her out!” the thoughts in my head say to each other with a laugh. “Let’s all mix up and play a game of Twister and see what happens!”

What happens is that I wind up with a night of extremely weird dreams in which a person winds up in a weird place with a tall wire fence surrounding the building and a bunch of people wandering around in little white coats with no armholes. …

But this night was a little different.

“I dreamt that I was swimming with Flipper,” I told Husband-Head when I woke up. “It was really fun, but then it got really scary.”

“Well, you’re really weird anyway, so that doesn’t surprise me,” Husband-Head said nonchalantly.

But I think I had the dream because I’d seen something on television earlier in the day that involved dolphins being caught in nets along with some fish. This disturbed me because I grew up watching “Flipper” ” the 1964 television show in which two boys had a pet dolphin at their home in Florida.

Everyone loved Flipper. And after it aired, every kid on the block wanted a pet dolphin.

“They call him Flipper, Flipper … you’ll see him smiling,” the TV theme song would ring out. “Right from the start … he’ll play it smart.”

Husband-Head laughed when I told him that I was actually more in love with Flipper than I was with Bobby Sherman in the early 1970s ” although it was certainly a close call.

“Flipper was the water version of ‘Lassie,'” Husband-Head justified, referring to the “Lassie” show which ran from 1953 to 1973. “Both of them always saved the day.”

The show featured a Collie dog who routinely saved its owners ” namely little Timmy and his brother ” from threatening situations.

But if you do any research online, you’ll find that when Timmy yells his famous line of “Lassie … come here, girl!” it’s not quite right.

Unbeknownst to most of us, Lassie was actually a male dog. Whether or not he was a gay dog, we will never know and we don’t really care.

And who knows (or cares) what gender Flipper was. …

The whole point being that ” like Martin Luther King ” we all have a dream.

Even our dogs.

“Honey, why is Weber running in his sleep?” I asked Husband-Head as we lay in bed the other night.

“He’s dreaming,” Husband-Head explained simply. “They dream just like we do.”

I watched as the dog’s paws furiously moved back and forth.

“What does he dream about?” I asked Husband-Head.

“Oh, probably bones and treats and chasing cats up a tree,” he said. “Now shut up and go to sleep.”

Apparently, everyone has a dream. …

Heidi Rice is a staff reporter for the Post Independent. Her column runs every Friday. Her new book, “Skully Says Shut It! Life, Love and Laughter with Husband-Head,” is available at local bookstores, online and at the Post Independent. Visit her website at http://www.heidirice.com.


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