As humans, we have our parents to thank for most of our crazy ways. They pass off their characteristics and traits onto us, their innocent offspring. Though some traits are mimicked and perfected over time, others are passed on via genetics.
One such genetic quality that I would like to focus on is that of...dreams. Not dreams as in being a Sportscenter anchor or playing in the NBA but unconscious movies that we make up in our minds while we lay around.
My father has had some pretty crazy dreams, most of which make you shake your head and think..."what the?" Remember the infamous "black bull" incident? Case closed. My brother Jerry was a legendary dreamer. He had dreams about some of the most random events but what made his dreams special were the length and detail in which he dreamt. On more occasions that I can remember, Jerry would sit and describe his dreams to me and literally go on for 30 minutes or more at a time. I often encouraged him to write down his dreams so everyone could enjoy the organized craziness.
I, a descendant of Jerry Lee Sanchez Sr.,(above) also have the ability to dream up some funny stuff. Here's another dream that's short and sweet. Cheers!
I was working as a Little Caesars Pizza Man. I started receiving threatening text messages, from a number I did not know. The messages told me that I must deliver free pizzas to random addresses or physical harm would fall upon me. They were sent to me sporadically and went on for about a month. I began to get tired of the blackmail and refused to take the pizzas to anybody or any place. The texts kept pouring in, but I did not care.
Then! Amanda and I got home one night, to a luxurious house. A house that I couldn't believe I could afford on my pizza wages. In the middle of the living room sat an empty pizza box with a message inside...it read..."you don't want to do it like this. we need pizza." Amanda started to get angry and upset. She yelled..."just give them the pizza!" and stormed off. I was torn. I didn't want to live like this but somehow this random pizzaburgler knew where we lived, so I had to go through with it.
The next day...I was walking through a crowded city square when I received a text. It said.."75 pizzas." I yelled aloud, "75?!!" Just then...I thought I knew the phone number of the assailant. I walked up to a stranger and said..."Isn't this LeBron's number??!!" He looked at me and said, "yup." I couldn't believe it. LeBron James, the best basketball player in the world was blackmailing me for pizza!
Just then I shouted, "He shouldn't be eating so much pizza!" I began to get worried about his physical health and decided to start cooking him healthy meals instead of the greasy/amazing pizzas. I wasn't going to tell LeBron about my idea and just went out and bought a car-full of chicken and rice. I took the food to my mother's house for preparation. It was a disaster because I had never attempted to cook 75 chickens at once. My mom was freaked out and at one point was covered in rice. I apologized to her and got the meal ready. As I was driving to deliver the food.....I WOKE UP!
As I stumbled out of bed, I had this very un-easy feeling until I realized it was all a dream. I then felt relieved and happy. I quickly told Amanda the story and the entire time she was shaking her head with a look on her face that can only be defined as, "what the?"
I'm a crazy dreamer. Thanks dad! Here's the explanation...I was cooking chicken last night at about 9. I was also watching basketball as I fell asleep. and, I'm always thinking about pizza. There ya have it. :)
