'Where are you from ... originally?'
Last night I had this crazy dream about a ghost. He bedeviled me in my home, at the grocery store, out at bars and such. He'd tickle my feet, mess up my hair, turn up the stove so my dinner burned, say mean things until I cried. One time he turned a date into a total nightmare, the wanker.
I tried to confront this ghost several times, but he wouldn't show his face -- until I went swimming in some unspecified ocean. Then I saw it -- for just a wee moment I recognized this ghost, but then he turned into a monster and tried to kill me. Good thing I had my trusty underwater stun gun, eh?
Anyway, I woke up from this dream bathed in sweat, my pulse racing, and I've been thinking about ghosts all day. I really hope when I die I get to haunt people, at least for a while. Not necessarily in a menacing or harrassing way. I'd rather be a helpful ghost, one who helps people find their keys, or their way.
On that note, I'll leave you with the great Otis Redding (I know, it's music overload here at Rock and Roll Grammarian -- you'll need to press pause on the player at right):
