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The Big Cheese

A DREAM

I woke up outside, flat on my back, under the lit porch light, feet against the back patio door. I first noticed the dark sky and the moon, then the piece of cheese on my chest. No wimpy flimsy slice of American cheese either, but a slab of cheddar six inches thick, covering my chest from chin to hips and I gripped this slab with both hands. As I looked up, P— B— stuck his head out the upstairs apartment window, and seeing the cheese on my chest, started laughing his fiendish little giggle. This made me laugh and the more I laughed, the more the cheese bounced up and down, and the more it made us laugh until I laughed so hard it passed out of the dream and into my body and I found out I laughed in my sleep too. Still laughing, I stood up and strutted around with the cheese on my chest acting silly. But really, all silliness aside, it felt good, strong, and secure to act this way, and I felt—I guess you could say—empowered: like I was the big cheese.

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© 2006 Christian Cloud Abraham

Posted on September 17, 2006 in
Emotion: Elation, Type: Dream