A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes

Cinderella taught me at a young age that a dream is a wish your heart makes when you're fast asleep. I have always loved that song, but I don't believe it. I pretty much have the strangest dreams in the whole world. Sometimes I wake up and wonder if the subconscious Elaine is okay, or if maybe she is a little unstable. Last night was a pretty good one so I thought I would share.

      What do you do on a Friday night in 1942? My roommate and I chose to go see the new flick. We sat down  and just like usual there were military men all around us. Some marines on one side, army boys on the other, and air force in front. That was pretty typical and we were used to it. There were more than usual tonight, but no matter. As the movie began we all settled down in our seats, ready to forget ourselves for a while. About 15 minutes in, I  look to my left and 2 of the marines are reaching fiddling with something in a large bag. One struggled to untangle some kind of rope. I glanced at my roommate. She looked at me and returned me puzzled look. I looked back at the two marine, who seemed to have everything in order now. My eyes focused on the objects in their hands...the rope was not rope it was yarn. Silently without a word they both began knitting. My brain was frozen. I couldn't even comprehend what I saw. I continued to stare at these two men. They were both working on what looked like a dress for a octopus.  Happily they knitted away as they watched the film. Incredibly I looked around to see if anyone else had witnessed this strange scene. To my amazement I began to notice that all the G.I.s were knitting. A few rebels in the front were crocheting, but all of them were working away at something. 

      An Army Captain stands up, completely appalled by the knitting. He yells at each of his men to put them away and just watch the film. The men just smiled and ignored his command. The Captain's indignation moved to anger and he yanked a knitting needle out of the hands of one of the officers. One by one he took the yarn and knitting needles. He apologized for making just a ruckus and proceeded to leave the film with the vile materials. I was stunned, and glanced around at the men. I expected to see ashamed faces and possibly a little fear. However each man was smiling. They continued to smile as one man began passing out more knitting needles and yarn. The 2 crocheters in the front row were a little upset, because all they could get were more knitting needles. I started to wake up as my roommate and I just turned and watched the film like nothing had happened. 

A dream is a wish your heart makes...maybe not.