Just Got Back From Over the Rainbow

I had a dream the other night. I'd gone over the rainbow. No, not in a flying house; I couldn't afford first class. I just got blown over it. It wasn't pretty. And when I came down; I wasn't in Oz. There weren't any munchkins. But things had changed.

Little does anyone know but when you actually go over the rainbow; everything on the otherside is rainbow colored.

Now, I understand some things can be quite colorful. Things like crayons or M&Ms or that pathetic early 80s OP beach fashion that was popular. But this was a bit much for me.

Some things I could understand. Take out boxes being colorful...sure. That's fine. Oh, and suitcases? Why not. It would help me from beating up people at the airport because I think they took my black suitcase.

But as I walked around, the color was practically everywhere. Houses suddenly had character. They weren't all beige! That was ok with me as long as I wasn't in the pink one.

But there were times when it was just ridiculous.

I just can't go in for blue roads...I can't even tolerate bluegrass!

And I was too afraid to go up to the second floor of the deparment store for fear of some white suited John Travolta person disco-ing down and trapping me on the escalator until I boogied down or something.

No, things were out of control over the rainbow. What next...dogs and cats?

Yeah...apparently so.