I frequently have very vivid (aka life like) dreams. This morning, however, was a first. I think.

The dream started out on a rainy Saturday night, last night as a matter of fact. I was debating what to have for dinner. Should I have the regular Saturday night fare or something different? Something different, yes, I’ll go to the new pizza shop.

Something, I should probably tell you is where the ‘new’ pizza shop was. This is where things get a bit ‘odd’. The ‘new’ pizza shop was located in the US Post Office. It’s name “Postal Pizza”. It’s slogan “We deliver.” This shop is open after the normal mail service hours as they use the same counter and the ovens and other cooking gear is set in the mail sorting area, on wheels. They roll in and out to get them out of the way durning mail sorting. These have been installed in rural post offices as a means of making money to meet the Postal Budget. They also installed two box lit signs. A large sign advertising the Post Office and its functions. A smaller sign with the pizza shop logo and slogan on it.

I can see the Post Office out my back door. Yep, Postal Pizza it will be. The sign is lit so I stroll over. I walk in. There are several folks there picking up pizza. There is no smell of dough or pizza cooking. Several people are behind the counter. Some filling orders. Some chatting aimlessly. As the line goes down, I hear folks behind the counter talking about closing for the night.

I am the last one standing at the counter. No one seems to be paying any attention to the fact I’m there. They contine babbling. One person makes a comment about turning out the lobby lights. He reaches for the breaker and I watch as the sign and lobby lights go out. Hmmmm.

I wave at the folks behind the counter trying to get their attention. One lady waves back but no one comes over to say “I’m sorry we’re closing.” or anything. I finally say, “Excuse me, I’ve been here 5 minutes and no one has come to the counter.” No response. After a moment, I decide to shout just in case they can’t hear me.

This is where it gets odd. I wake myself up shoulting “Is anybody going to wait on me?!” I know I shouted it outloud in my sleep. Tink was sleeping at my feet. She immediately rushed up on my chest and gave me a look like “What is that all about?!” I don’t recall ever before shouting in my sleep. Hmm.