A Bucket of Daisies

I was getting dressed when I looked out our bedroom window and saw balloons—hundreds of them! thousands!—floating down from somewhere above our house. Then, the radio announced that Susan Lucci (stay with me here) had a baby girl and America was celebrating with balloons. When I looked out the window again, our neighbors were in the street playing with the balloons and walking down our driveway holding large boxes tied with bright red ribbons. THEY'RE GIVING AWAY FREE STUFF!

I hurriedly changed into a floral dress and red, high top sneakers (I can’t control what I wear in dreams), rushed down the stairs and out the back door. My friend was there holding a red yard bucket.

“Look what your bucket caught,” she said, holding it up so I could see that it was filled with white daisies—hundreds of them! Thousands!

“Are they giving away free stuff?” I asked, but before my friend could answer I heard a truck back down our driveway and then drive away.

“They were,” she said, a little sorrowfully. "But it's over."

And I woke up. I had this dream at precisely 6:38 this morning, the last dream of the night. So … analyze and interpret. Please. Because other than a bucket of daisies, I got nothing. Literally and figuratively.