Is learning what lies beneath the surface always advisable?
--I had to shake you. “Honey? Honey?”
--Well, I was having a nightmare.
--I was up early, reading my mail in the study. I went in the bedroom, I thought you were having a stroke. You made this gargling sound, then you were denouncing someone. You used to do that just after we got married. I’d wake up to this muttering, guttural rage. I thought you were dreaming what you really wanted to say to me. You don’t do it now.
--No, it was just a nightmare.
--A dog and a bobcat were fighting. I was trying to protect the dog.
--No, a different one. Dark reddish brown, like an Irish setter.
--But it wasn’t an Irish setter, it was bigger. Heavier. Like a lab, but taller.
--One of the new hybrids. And you were protecting the dog.
--I’m curious. How did you know the other animal was a bobcat? Have you ever seen a bobcat? I haven’t.
--No, I just knew that’s what it was.
--Maybe someone named Bob is on your mind these days.
--Robert Bobb is in the news a lot.
--The guy they hired to fix the Detroit school mess. That’s a possibility. He has a beard like me, but he’s younger. And better looking. Probably smarter.
--Or, maybe I have a guilty conscience about money. The paper says Bobb is finding all kinds of graft and cronyism in the system.
--You hit me up for twenty bucks on Monday. There’s your graft and your cronyism. Was the dream’s setting here? Locally?
--No, it was in the desert. Somewhere outside Las Vegas. In the distance I could see all the lights from the casinos. It was night, very chilly. I was wearing one of those jumpsuits you see on prisoners. The bobcat had a diamond stud earring, and the dog had Nikes on his paws. That’s why he couldn’t defend himself. Where are you going?
--For obvious reasons, I need a refill.
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