I dream like crazy. I dreamt I was with my Dad and my Brother in some terrific mid-century decorated house in Georgia somewhere. At one point, early in the evening, we were all sitting around a tiny, 1950s TV watching The Louis Armstrong Show. In the dream it was a Jack Benny style sitcom built around Armstrong playing himself.
A little orphaned boy in the show was trying to get a wealthy playboy in town to let him live in his home with him and Louis was trying to let the kid down gently. He knew the rich guy didn't want anything to do with the kid. He told the boy the rich guy was too busy wooing beautiful women to have a kid in the mix. He was using a weird metaphor, thinking that the truth was too racy to try explain to a child. He said, "That boy (rich guy) was too busy in the garden all day, going from flower to flower, trying to take care of 'em all for anyone to live with him."
The kid said, "So he's like a bee? Like a bumblebee, Mr. Satchmo?"
Armstrong was leaning back on a sofa, mopping his brow. He answered, "Yeah, kid. Like a big ol' bumblebee."
The audience roared with approval at this non-joke. The show ended with everyone waving as the homeless orphan boy just walked out of view.
