A LEFT OVER SHEET OF CHRISTMAS WRAPPING PAPER

IN THIS DREAM, my thirteen-year-old son Ari’el was standing beside me in the living room of our house. He dropped a piece of leftover Christmas wrapping paper on the floor; and as I watched it float to the floor in slow motion, I said “what am I supposed to do, jump on that and ride it like a magic carpet?” … We both started laughing. I woke up. Frankie The Earthman.