Lisa Simpson

A Dream Story

Tonight a strong wind rages from Northeast to Southwest, from one ear to another.
Tension and discomfort have turned into fatigue and indifference.
Everyone thinks about dying sometimes.
Last night I was kept awake by thoughts of decline - not death.

I started to interpret indigestion as coagulating blood, irratic pressure and chunks of coloesterol breaking off; threatening to lodge in my heart or my brain. Depression is
simply a state of mind. Doing is the only cure for worry.“Take the frog and swallow him whole!”

Mary Poppins knew a thing or two about psychology. (And Nazis.)
“Just a spoonful of sugar etc etc.” “The hills are alive with the sound of ethnic cleansing.”

Before finally going to sleep, I was searching for the word ‘Closure’.
The pillow morphed into a most inhospitable boulder, causing great pain in my neck and shoulder. Then there were the dreams…At first scanties. Elusive female figures that smelt
of love and roses.

I was so thirsty, but searched in vain for a drink.
Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by orchids and savage faces and gallons of water filled with refridgerators,rusty automobiles and tumbling blue children.

Dozing here in my chair I can feel another dream coming on…..
Tonight – Around the world with Lisa Simpson’s Jazz Quartet. (With me on drums!)

Sleep tight ‘my little Droogies’
Dream safely...