The roads have been slippery for several weeks. I enjoy that, too much, but today it cost me. While fishtailing down an empty road I pushed it a wee bit too far and couldn't regain control. Even as I started to spin I wasn't worried, guesstimating my trajectory would leave me slightly off the road, but unscathed. It was apparently slicker than I realized, however, and I was brought to rest abruptly, courtesy of a small tree. Although still drivable, the car suffered a broken nose, and I can't afford plastic surgery. Why do I go and kick myself like this?
On the plus side, I'll be house sitting for the next few days and they have a hottub. Bonus.
This is some of the most beautiful word painting I've read in a while. And so I sit here writing, like the opposite of a hug.
I've been fighting sickness for the past couple weeks. It just seems to be a cold, not the killer flu that's been bringing the country to its knees. As a result, I've been getting more sleep than usual, only because I have to, and one upshot of this is that I've started remembering dreams when I wake up. Although not the kind of thing you generally lay out for the public (as if anyone other than my friends and family visits anyhow), there's one I found fascinating, so I'll share ...
I'm playing a familiar computer game, and am suddenly transported into the game world, in a cave of sorts. I am fully aware that I am in a dream. I wander around the fantasy landscape for awhile, undisturbed by any of the native creatures, and upon exiting the cave I step into a beautiful valley surrounded by mountains. In the middle of the lush green meadow is a stadium. I enter, and find myself in the midst of a district convention. Thanks to the dream machinery, I am now appropriately dressed.
A talk is in progress, and I can actually hear the words and see the speaker, but I don't recognize him. As I walk around looking for a seat, I see a friend from Bethel. Zach was never a close buddy, but you know how it is with dreams; the unexpected character selection is half the fun. He's taking notes, like the good student he is. I sit down in the seat to his right, between him and an older sister. I then proceed to explain to Zach that as real as this all seems, the whole thing is actually just my dream. I explain how I got there from the computer game, and he declares me crazy. I turn and look closely at the older sister, who appears to be ignoring us, and marvel at the intricate detail of her thinning hair, noting to myself that this is not the kind of thing that one normally remembers in dreams. Then I woke up.
Seriously, this was all in the dream. Upon waking, the whole thing was crystal clear. Two days later, it still is. How curious.
"But I'm not broken, in my dream I win
In here I'm nothing, a Cosmic Castaway." - Electrasy