Dreams

I had another weird dream last night.  I say another, because I seem to have freaky weird dreams all the time.  This one was vivid, and I think the reason I remember it so well is because it involves something from my childhood.

I grew up in Aurora, Colorado, in an area called Hoffman Heights.  We had a burger joint called Burger Chef.  I loved this place, it was awesome, and on rare occasions I got to eat there.  My memories of this place are very distant and foggy, but I remember I loved it.

Burger Chef was in a strip mall, next to a Winchell's Donuts, and across from a Woolco, and an old Woolworths store.  There was a Taco place around the corner that I think was named Taco Johns, but it wasn't associated with the Taco John's chain of today.  All the previously mentioned places are gone now, which reminds me how old I am.




 

Anywho, my dream was funky, because the surroundings kept changing, like they do in dreams, but there was one constant.  The Burger Chef from my childhood had a little shop, and I was so happy.  I remember in my dream that it was closed, but they had drawers with hamburgers and fries that you could take.  I remember buying a bunch, and I couldn't wait to find my friend Mike.  See Mike is from the Cleveland.Ohio area, and he is one of the few people I have found that remembers the Burger Chef chain.  So I found him in my dream, and we sat and ate Burger Chef, then I woke up, and I was disappointed, like when you dream you won the lottery, and then wake to empty pockets.



I love how the mind works, I can tell you that I haven't spoken of, nor heard about Burger Chef in many years.  I like how childhood memories sneak back into the present.  Sometimes it is a smell that takes you to a specific time and place, sometimes it's a song.  But dreams are even cooler, because there is no way to direct the dream one way or another.  The thoughts and events happen all on their own.  This is a great feeling, and lends itself to conscious thoughts and memories when you are awake.

Like remembering the sweet blue and white striped shorts I got at Woolco, how the girls resisted be is beyond comprehension......

 All this, and I didn't even eat Taco Bell before I went to bed.

Peace,
Woody