I had a dream last night that I was in bed with an imaginary friend. We were eating salad covered in hotsauce. I thought it was disgusting but didn’t want to hurt his feelings, The doorbell rang. in my dream, and I guess it woke me up. I don’t actually have a doorbell in my home, but I got up to check if anyone was at the door. There wasn’t. I return to bed. It is 3:00am and I am completely disoriented, I can’t tell if I am in a dream or reality, Is my imaginary friend here or not? Returning to my room, I expect to see nobody , and nobody is there. But I can’t tell if someone invisable is there or not. SO out loud, alone in my bedroom, I say “hello” and theres is no answer. I convince myself that my invisible friend is playing a trick on me, so I say ” Hey your hot sauce salad dressing sucks” hoping to incite a fight, and get back to the warmth of my dream. Again, no answer.
Realizing I am alone I crawl into my real bed. And then I start laughing. If there was a camera in my room, they would have seen me, stand in the middle of the room and say ” “Hello, Hey your Hotsauce salad dressing sucks” and then get back in bed. They wouldn’t have the whole backstory. Surely they would institutionalize me. Arghh invisibility foils so many plans.
As talk turns to re-institutionalizing the mentally ill or finding health care treatments for the ailing, I have to question how many backstories we just don’t know. Maybe the cheese really was dancing in a dream? I can only draw the conclusion that too much hot sauce before bed, may be hard to explain the next day.