I’m totally amazed, Clyde, that we all, rich or poor, from every continent, have, generally, only seven or eight, different dreams. Recently (I’m 75) most of my dreams have been of entering a freeway and inexplicably being without a car. Or visiting one ex and the other ex appearing… Last night (for your enjoyment) I was with the younger ex and the van quit running .. the ex went for help and after a time a police officer drove up and told me she had been arrested – and I was without help.. Hmmmm…
When we were at my grandmothers it was a crank phone with a separate ear piece – and in the city (back home) you picked up the phone and the operator said, “Number please.” (And then, more than likely, “I’m sorry, the lion is busy.” (Sounded like.)
If it rained during a summer day we put on our bathing suits and played in the rain.