Dreams Do Come True
When I was a girl of maybe 6 years, I would have a recurring dream about Raggedy Ann and Andy taking me through the forest to see the Wizz (not the Wizard of Oz). When we arrived at the ivory castle, an evil witch would appear sitting high atop a golden throne (i.e., toilet). We'd make our humble requests to the witch but she only scoffed at our pleas and told us we were fools. This always angered me because my request was to use the bathroom. Because Raggedy Ann and Andy were my friends, they didn't take well to the witch's callous cackles. They argued with her as I stood defenseless, legs crossed trying in vein to abstain from soaking my favorite baby blue pajamas with hot urine. After unsuccessful appeals on my behalf, they fought and defeated the witch and flushed her down the golden throne. My fears were replaced with relief and elation as the village made me their new queen. The lolly pop kids, Tom & Jerry, and other char...