My nighttime shenanigans know no bounds. Scandalous? No, I’m not confessing to sins that would make a sailor blush. I’m talking about my nocturnal dreams and the crazy situations I find myself in when I lay my head down for a peaceful slumber. Those dreams are anything but peaceful, and I often wake up looking and feeling like I’ve been through something. After reading My Crazy Dreams, some will judge me, others will decide I really am crazy, and some will get a much-needed reprieve from the stressors of this world. To the ones who fall into that last category—the ones who could use a good laugh—this book is for you. I’ve often said that I wish my dreams could be projected, so others could see them, too. Painting the scenes with my words is as close as I can come to making that happen.
