The price is never right

When I was a child Bob Barker still hosted The Price is Right every weekday morning. As a boy I tuned in quite a few times during those short summer days and on days when I was at home from school for one reason or another. Mostly I was sick, I used to get annual ear aches and strep throat. Fun times, I assure you! I remember thinking the show was somewhat magical, much in the same way Lucky Charms are magical. They had a similar magical feeling, mostly caused by a sugar induced euphoria that only a child home from school knows.

Last night I dreamt I was working backstage on The Price is Right. I somehow was put in charge of giving tours to fans. I had a small group of people and I was going to show them the warehouse where the prizes were kept. As we approached the door of the warehouse I noticed it was only about 3 feet tall. I punched in the secret code into the pin pad and the door slowly opened. A leprechaun stepped out and started yelling and throwing things. So it seems to me that the prizes on the Price is Right are guarded by Leprechauns. This makes sense, ... right?

Later in my dream, maybe another dream entirely, I was thrown into apocalyptic times when climate change was out of control. In 9 or 10 days, instead of 9 to 10 years, Florida would soon be flooded and I had taken it on myself to secure a boat. It turns out I ended up stealing a restaurant on a boat. A boat stocked with food! What could be better?

What do these dreams have in common? Maybe they link my greatest fears to the magical safety of my childhood. It reminds me that everything happens for a reason and I should just relax. At least that is my interpretation of the information.