I dream quite frequently, always in color, always very vivid and real. There's usually some kind of plotline involved, although this particular one took the cake.
Little Rascals were putting on a show to save their clubhouse- the usual plot familiar to anyone who watched that show. Act after act went on the raggedy stage, with the curtain made of sewed-together blankets and rags: Alfalfa burping up soap bubbles trying to sing, Darla tap-dancing, Buckwheat I think making a monkey do back-flips on command.
Then Spanky came out on stage and addressed the audience.
|"Ooh! The Mothership's here!"|
"Tonight we have a real special treat for you tonight. Please help me welcome our very, very special guests... George Clinton and P-Funk!"
The crowd goes wild.
|"Really? You want us to give up the funk?"|
When I told my sister this dream, she just sat back and looked at me in alarm.
"Promise me you'll never do any drugs, because if this is how your mind works sober ..."