Dreams – Apropos of Nothing

I slept fitfully last night, and when I awoke, I remembered that I had been dreaming about a fellow named Spleen. His parents, who must have had a nasty sense of humor, named him Rupert. So it wasn’t very hard for us to convert that to Ruptured.

In my dream, he was a Dean at our college.
Dean Spleen.
That has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?

Dean Ruptured Spleen to be precise.

Dean Spleen had a tight little mouth and tight little eyes. He sometimes looked like a grenade about to explode.

But he tried…he would always greet us by asking “How are you feeling today?”

We would work on our answer at the fraternity party on Saturday night, and then we’d spread the word across campus. Each week, when Dean Spleen asked “How are you feeling today?”, he would get the same answer from each student he encountered that week:

“Nihilistic”
or
“Reprehensible”
or
“Gaseous”

I wonder what happened to old Ruptured Spleen. I wonder if someone pulled his pin?

[Note: to Reader: The above is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead is sheer coincidence.]