It began with a fortune cookie, “Great Things Will Be Revealed To You In Your Dreams.” I showed it to everyone at lunch, and they all said they had never seen a fortune like that. I took it as a joke at first, but then I mentioned the fortune to a few friends away from work, and then to family and then to the people at the Laundromat and they all agreed that it was a unique fortune, so I bought books on remembering my dreams.

It took a lot of work, but I learned to remember my dreams. I was disappointed. They were the standard dreams – showing up at work naked or for a test that I hadn’t studied for.

Then I dreamt I was at the Dream Theatre. Actors were rehearsing their lines for dreams they were going to star in. Others were out back smoking and talking about dreams they had been in. “It was just a bit part in one of those naked-at-work dreams, but I got a line.” Inside a portly man was running lines. He was having trouble with one line. His line was “I am going to tell you the meaning of life.“

The next night he was in my dream. He walked up to me and said, “The meaning of life is – oh damn what was the next part?”

He looked sheepish. I shrugged and woke up. I avoid fortune cookies now.


Don Webb
Don Webb is an Austin science fiction and mystery writer, and former High Priest of the Temple of Set. He is a member of the Turkey City Writer's Workshop.