Crazy Dreams

Dear You Know Who, "..It feels good... If it really feels good to you baby, let me hear you say: uh! Uh! Baby... If it really feels good to you baby, let me take you away..." -Tony, Tone, Toni How's life and thangs like that? So what's on the mind of Mary today? No letter from Derrick today. Maybe I should just write him. I don't even know. Lately, I have been having crazy dreams. Not crazy in the sense that they are really weird like R-rated, but mostly that they have totally nothing to do with anything. The thing they have in common is that they all have one thing or another to do with some form of love. Do you want to hear about them? Of course you do! Well, there is one that I remember very clearly. The others are kind of vague. I call the dream: Love Never Dies! (Yes, I give my dreams names.) The dream stars me, Whoopi Goldberg, Arnetia Walker, a homosexual, and a body builder. It is about this girl (me) who lost her mother when she was a year old and her father takes her to live with him. (Although I do not know it, my father is being investigated on charges of jewel smuggling.) A police woman (Whoopi Goldberg) moves in with my family as a maid to see if she can get any evidence on him. After a lot of time has lapsed; my father dies in a police raid. After the reading of the will, I receive a furnished house with a Mercedes and a Honda in the garage. Whoopi adopts me and moves in with me. Later on, her sister (Arnetia Walker) moves in too and I have two moms. One is a "stable well-mannered, well-dressed sophisticated and intelligent woman. The other is the exact opposite. That's it for the dream scene. Love ya! Mary P.S. I don't know where the homosexual came in.