As I pulled into our driveway, I noticed a strange circular mark on the sidewalk in front of our home.
What’s that mark on the sidewalk? I said to my wife. She replied, I have no idea.
We carefully examined the circle, noticing that it had what looks like an arrow pointing to our front door.
We stood for a moment on the sidewalk, contemplating what the mark could be.
Hell if I know, I said to Polly, and nodding her head she said, Yep.
During the wee hours of the morning, I abruptly woke, said something to Polly — neither of us knows what — and ran from the bedroom, only to return moments later. Come morning, Polly remembered nothing from the night before, but I remember exactly what happened during my frightful dream.
Polly took a vacation day, so we decided to drive to Findlay and eat dinner at Texas Roadhouse. We had planned to attend the Cincinnati Reds vs. Pittsburgh Pirates baseball game, but nonstop rain and cold temperatures forced us to change our plans.
During dinner I asked Polly, Do you remember me running from the room last night? She replies, Nope.
I had a bad dream — a dream I have had on and off for years. According to my dream, there is a secret group of people living in Florida who are out to make life miserable for me, threatening to expose to the world the “real” Bruce Gerencser. In some versions of this dream, this secretive group opts to kill me, causing my head to explode. Last night, they caused my head to explode, and this is why I bolted from the bedroom.
We talked about dreams in general for a few minutes, and then it was time to pay our bill and return home to the teeming metropolis of Ney. An hour or so later, as we pulled into our flooded driveway, I noticed that the torrential downpour had washed away from the sidewalk the circle with an arrow that pointed to the front door.
Polly, I think I have figured out what the circle was all about! Not stopping to hear her response, I said, the circle was put there by an advance party of aliens so the mother ship would know where to stop last night. My nightmare was the result of aliens probing my mind!!
Polly laughed, as did I.
Hey, I am serious!
In a Trumpian world of alternative facts where lies are truth and facts are opinions, who’s to say that my story is not true?