So what triggers dreams… what triggers the types of dreams… and why do you remember only some? Something we see or hear? Something we eat before bedtime? All good questions that we’ll explore sometime later. This is just a remembrance of one such dream… or at least part of it. The dream takes place in the desert. Lots of sand… everywhere. Now there’s nothing that I’ve seen or heard recently about deserts… so where this comes from is a mystery to me. Anyway… the desert… lots of sand… all night long. And apparently I’m a good friend to a young sheik. Ya know, like AbiBaba… and we’re at his 18 birthday party bash since we are best friends. Much to my surprise one of the gifts is from his father… 
a group of 18 girls to start his harem. Start? … okay. Did I mention that in my dream I’m always younger… go figure. Anyway… he gets the 18 girls for his birthday. As the party progresses I suggest that it’s a great party… etc… etc… and how it’s always been traditional to share some of what you get at the party with others, especially your best friend. After a few moments of reflection, he agreed that things should be shared between such good friends. What his is mine and all that stuff… and he commented that was sorry he didn’t think of it first. He was simply wrapped up in the moment and forgot his manners. Certainly he’d love to share… especially with such a good friend. Did I also mention that I’m not only young in my dreams but also single… and.. you know… younger. So anyway… back to the whole sharing thing. He puts one hand on my shoulder… and with a smile on his face… says… go ahead… enjoy yourself… help yourself… pick any one you like… or more than one if you like… have all the fun you want… enjoy all the cake and ice cream you’d like! Wow… what a party… and all the cake and ice cream of could ever want. I’m so overwhelmed by his generosity. Just what I’ve always dreamed about… Cake and ice cream. Go figure.
