I dream of Hello Kitty Tarot

Last night I had a dream that my son was a teenager — like, sev­en­teen or eigh­teen maybe. He looked a lot like Ben Barnes or that kid who’s play­ing Gam­bit in that new Wolver­ine movie. See, even in my dreams my kid is totally gor­geous! I was very proud of him. He was con­fi­dent and poised.

Any­way, we were stand­ing in line to look at tables at a craft fair/flea mar­ket type place. At one point, I over­heard some­one say “That’s his mother! She looks so young!” See, even in my dreams my van­ity knows no bounds.

We were look­ing at items at a cool new age table and I was pick­ing out jew­elry and pouches and per­fumes and oils, etc. Sul­li­van was also pick­ing up things and then he paid and I paid for our stuff and we con­vened on a bench nearby.

Well friends, this is where the dream gets crazy. He was show­ing me this tarot deck he picked up — and it was a Hello Tarot! See, I’m mildly obsessed with Hello Kitty, and some of you may know that there was an under­ground, unau­tho­rized tarot deck pub­lished fea­tur­ing Hello Kitty. These decks sell now for hun­dreds of dol­lars though, and the most I’ve ever paid for a deck is $55 (that Touch­stone Tarot — and man, was it a splurge!). So basi­cally there’s no way I’ll ever get my hands on one of those Hello Tarots. But the deck that Sul­li­van had in my dreams was full color and boxed with a com­pan­ion book. It was beau­ti­ful! Hello Kitty in all her glory! Even bet­ter was the price sticker on the imag­i­nary deck in my dream — $18! Score! See, even in my dreams I am very thrifty!

So I ran back to the booth to try and obtain a copy for myself — and that’s when I woke up. Drat.

I hon­estly can’t fig­ure out, with all the other kind of weird stuff that San­rio licenses, why they won’t put out an actual tarot deck. Argh. Just to vex  me every time I see one of those damn unau­tho­rized decks on eBay. I want one so bad, alas, alas… only in my dreams.