Suntana's Blog Trek

Could it be that title epitomizes some event that happened in my day today, yesterday or within the past 7 days or so? Well, let's examine the facts and circumstances. On & Off yesterday, I was getting my Ass kicked royally. No, Wait! It's NOT what y'all are thinking. I was NOT trying to shortchange some Girl Scouts out of their cookie sales money. So, no, I wasn't getting my Ass kicked by Girl Scouts. And I didn't try to steal some Football from some Grade School boys either. So, I didn't get my Ass kicked by Grade School boys either.

Nah! I mean I was figuratively getting my Ass kicked royally by the Blog Theme project on which I was working for my friend Lucy. (Lovinmalamutes) Actually, the majority of the main elements are all set. The Header and Sidebar elements are all ready to go. I was just working on trying to find an extremely elusive perfect pixel width to which I could crop the Fixed Background image to where it won't display any seams on either side. When I last checked last night, right before engaging in starting to write this Post, success still eluded me. Fugg! I proceeded to start writing my Post. I knew I'd eventually find a solution. I usually do. But, I figured that at least for last night, I would have to later go to bed with my Ass still actively royally kicked. Fortunately, later in the evening, some late incoming feedback informed me that my last effort in trying to solve the aggravating Seam in the Background conundrum was a success! Was THIS the Dream Come True epitomized by the title of this Post? Wooooooo! It certainly felt like it after getting worked over up one side and down the other. But, no, this wasn't the Dream Come True made famous by this Post's title.

Did I perhaps order Pizza yesterday afternoon and out of the blue, Heather Locklear showed up as the Pizza Delivery Babe, wearing her 1983 Red Bikini and a smile? Did she go, "Carlos, I heard you had been ogling me and searching all over the Internet for my famous 1983 Red Bikini Poster image. I am so flattered, Carlos. Excuse my extreme blushing and slight stuttering, Carlos. No, it's NOT because I'm standing here in a Red Bikini delivering you a Pizza. It's just that you're so freakin' good-looking! And OMG! I can like so totally tell you have awesome Abs, even right through your T-Shirt! Anyway, I figured since you couldn't find my Red Bikini Poster image, I'd just take the liberty of delivering you the Real Deal. You like?" Now THERE would have been a Dream Come True! Truth be told though, I had a Scrambled Egg & Chorizo Burrito for dinner yesterday. Consequently, there was neither Pizza nor Heather Locklear in a Red Bikini Buttering Me Up and making me drool yesterday afternoon. Damn! So, THAT wasn't the Dream Come True. More like the Fantasy Waiting to come True. Hey, today's another day. It could happen. Heh Heh Heh!

So what IS a Dream Come True? Y'all no doubt think y'all are familiar with the phrase. But, ARE you really? Are y'all really aware of all the possible nuances of the concept of a Dream Come True? Seems simple doesn't it? But, is it? A Dream Come True is always something good, something desired, right? Or is it? What kind of paradox mumbo jumbo gumbo could I be cooking up here? What else could a "Dream Come True" possibly mean?

The other day, I told my friend Lucy that there was this topic of which I had been thinking about Blogging for quite a while, but would always change my mind at the last minute. I told Lucy that there was something about the topic that was kind of really out there and I didn't know whether y'all would be able to handle it. Yeah, you know ... just like Jack Nicholson's famous line, "You can't HANDLE the truth!" Well, Lucy gave me carte blanche to Let'r Rip!

Follow me as I Let'r Rip and we explore what else a Dream Come True could possibly be. I'm curious to see whether Lucy will regret having told me to go ahead with the topic.

It was the Summer right before my Senior year in High School. I was in a little Band. One evening after Band Practice, we decided to do some drinking. In my drinking days, I was always only a beer drinker. On this evening, we ran out of beer. So, the person at whoever's house we were, brought out some wine. Wine? WTF? I'd never drunk wine? I really should have said, "Thanks, but no thanks." Did I? Ummm, no. So, I had done some beer and wine drinking that night.

Eventually, we called it a night. I went back home. I wasn't feeling very well. Duh! I wonder why? At the same time, though, I was really sleepy. I was ready to crash. After a quick trip to the restroom, I went to bed. Just as I was falling asleep, I suddenly got nauseous. I had to hop out of bed and go to the restroom. The Good News was that the restroom was right there 3 or 4 steps away. The Bad News was that my parents slept right on the other side of the wall in the living room. My immediate thought was, "Oh Shit! They're gonna hear me throwing up and wonder why coincidentally after I've been out late at Band Practice, I'm throwing up." Surprisingly, even though I was to have at least one more puking session before falling asleep, I didn't wake up my parents. Whew!

So yeah, I was finally able to fall asleep. Was THAT perhaps the Dream Come True … that I managed to get plastered, throw up at least twice, not wake up my parents and finally fall asleep? While I was extremely glad that my late night puking activity didn't wake up my parents and initiate a 3rd Degree Interrogation / Inquisition, no, the Dream Come True is NOT front and center up on stage yet. But, it's about to happen.

There I was, in deep, very deep sleep. How great it felt after being drunk and tired. With deep sleep of course comes dreaming. I dreamed of this and that. At some point, I started dreaming that I was getting nauseous. The dream proceeded to get more intense into me throwing up. You know how some dreams are sorta vague, hazy, nondescript, make no sense and are difficult to remember in the morning? Well, this dream was scarily a little too real like. Wooooooo! Good thing it was only a dream, huh?

In a very welcome moment, I woke up. It was great to wake up from THAT dream. It was still night. I felt the back of my neck uncomfortably and annoyingly all wet. Well, it WAS Summer and we didn't have air conditioner as we didn't have electricity at the time. That's another Post in its own. So, I figured that despite my supposed all sweaty neck, I'd try to go back to sleep. But, rather quickly, after a little bit of tossing and turning, I wondered, "Hmmm? This is quite some serious sweating." I swiped my soaking pillow. Uh Oh! Still in the dark, I felt something definitely on my hand. Suddenly being more awake, I had a nervous, dreaded thought of which I hoped I was wrong. I turned to smell the pillow. My fear had been realized as I had a silent thought, "Auuuuuhhhhhggggg!"

NOW it's here! What had started out as a dream … had now come true! Yep, I had puked while in my sleep. As soon as I ascertained that I was now fully awake and no longer dreaming, reality hit, "Oh Shit! I am in some serious Shit here! I am in trouble. There is no way my parents will NOT know what was behind this. How am I gonna take care of this? I can't exactly hide it." With it still being night, I just turned my pillow over and went back to sleep. I figured I'd somehow figure out what to do in the morning.

Once morning came, trying to draw as little attention as possible, I took the pillowcase and bed sheet outside and over to the tub by the Hand Water Pump. Oh, in addition to no electricity, we had no running water. I proceeded to wash the Dream Gone Wild messed up items. My Mom eventually saw me engaged in my mysterious activity. She inquired as to what I was doing. Doing my best NOT to arouse any suspicion, I nonchalantly replied, "Oh, I'm washing my pillowcase and bed sheet. I threw up last night." I thought for sure it'd be a case of … Okay, let the Chewing Out commence. I figured my Mom would quickly put 2 and 2 together and suspect I had been out drinking. But, no, that possibility didn't enter her mind. She figured it was because of the heat or something I ate. Whew! That was a close call.

So, Lucy, do you now regret having told me to Fugg the holding back with the topic and just Let'r Rip?