What Dreams?

When we were in Cape Town, South Africa, my good helpmeet had a dream. She dreamed she was telephoning to one who was in our home in Oregon. They talked chattily, as ladies like to do, and without much regard for the transoceanic telephone rates. When the chitchat was ended, my wife bethought herself to ask the operator what the toll was for the call. The operator said, "One hundred and eighty-nine dollars and seventy-five cents." That ended the dream; my wife woke up!

That is the way with dreams. They often are enjoyable for a time. Then something happens that shocks one into awakening. Sometimes we are reluctant to let go of the dream, even though the alarm clock is calling us.

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