FAILED DREAMS --- by Steve Nadis
I blew it again last night, in my dream. There I was behind enemy lines--the enemy being the Nazis, who were always the bad guys when I was a kid, long before we knew about Al Quaeda--trying to do in those evildoers. A group of us needed to climb down a mountain and I forgot how to tie a bowline. I asked a friend who, disgusted by my ineptitude, just took off down the rocky face, leaving me standing there, alone and ineffectual, without harming the Nazi cause in the slightest. I woke up feeling worthless, though grateful that my father's generation had taken care of a job I apparently was not up to.


P.S. It must be your Nazis that keep leaking into my dreasm. Could you please tell them to stop chasing me? (Comment this)
I am more confused than before. I see you wrote that you told me to contact The New Yorker. No, you didn't. You wrote that I contacted The New Yorker--says who? How would you know whether or not I contacted The New Yorker? (Comment this)