Most nights, I have a few different dreams. But usually there’s only one I can remember the next day, if any. It would be a shame to let these dreams remain entertainment for only one person.

I ended up at a lodge up on a hill where a party was going on. At the top of the hill there was an underground creek that was exposed for about five feet. In the likeness of those things at bowling alleys that shoot the ball back after it hits the pins, I was able to put items in the exposed part of the creek, then I could run down to the bottom of the hill where there was another opening of the underground creek.

From that point, I could pick up the item I sent through from the top of the hill. Like a laundry shoot. But underwater.

At the party, I saw my friend Sarah whom I haven’t seen in a while. She had brought her 9 year-old niece. Her niece was like Tiny Tim in the fact she was only about 18 inches tall, but not a “little person” or dwarf. Just a tiny person.

I got my hands on a volleyball that had a built-in trap door in which I could hide items inside. When my friend Sarah wasn’t looking, I put her niece inside the volleyball and dropped it into the creek at the top of the hill.

A few minutes later, the volleyball popped up at the other end of the creek. Sarah’s niece managed to let her self out of the volleyball and the creek, getting soaked in the process.

She marched back up to the top of the hill and looked at me with such sad eyes. I felt horrible. Somehow what I thought was a funny prank was instead a cruel joke. Then I realized that it was not my friend Sarah’s niece, but instead my own niece.

End of dream.

If I remember a dream, I tend not to ever forget it. There are dreams I clearly remember from my childhood. I have a feeling I will always relate this dream to my niece every time I see her. Hopefully, my guilt won’t follow me forever on this one.

Something that is new in my life is that I recently bought some incense at an Indian store next to my new favorite Indian restaurant. I don’t burn it. I just keep it by the bed for its aromatherapy factor. That could be the cause of my recent particularly strange dreams.

Follow-up Questions:

1) Why would any company manufacture a volleyball with a built-in door leading to a hidden compartment?
2) Why was my niece so tiny in the dream? And why did she start out as Sarah’s niece but then later I realized she was my niece?
3) Why was I so mean to her?