When sleep is good

If growing up is the process of creating ideas and dreams about what life should be, then maturity is letting go again. -Mary Beth Danielson

The good thing about being so absolutely exhausted I fall asleep quickly is that I tend to dream. The latest one left a smile on my face.
I'm in a large SUV, driving along and singing. I recognize the street I'm on as one that a gal pals lives on. She's outside with a large messenger bag and her hunny. I stop and they pile in, slinging the bag into the back. This continues until I have all my friends and their respective loves in my car. We're all rocking out to the music, arms bumping in the air. They're all chatting with eachother, then look confused as almost in one voice, ask me, "Where are we headed?".
I smile and quip, "South, very south."
We take turns driving the massive beast of a vehicle, with me telling them what highways to take and for how long. We rest for the night in a comfy suite, all of them trusting me with the secret I am keeping. In the morning, we load up on the free breakfast and stash a few goodies for the conclusion of our drive.
Then the big reveal: I slide a CD into the player, and "What's This" from Nightmare Before Christmas blares.  My smile is immense as they piece my diabolical plan together. For as the song plays, they get in character and take note of everything around them, including the gigantic boat coming into view.
If I could, I'd kidnap them all for a week long cruise. But I know schedules don't allow it, much less my budget. But I can at least dream about being a mastermind to happy days for the ones I care about.