Gunfighter: A Modern Warrior's Life

Sometimes I Dream

Just before I woke up on Saturday morning, I had an odd dream (go figure, eh?). 

I dreamed that I was with several other people standing on the cliffs of a high mountain, at near dusk.  We were all wearing sky blue jumpsuits (like the ones people wear for indoor skydiving) that had red bands at the wrists and ankles.  We also had wide lengths of fabric attached to our wrists that were also attached to the opposite ankle, forming an "X" when in a spread eagle position.

From time to time, people would leap off the cliffs and because of some sort of thermal updrafts, they wouldn't fall to their deaths.  You've seen those "free-fall" machines before, haven't you?, where the air is blowing so hard, in an upward direction, that you will be in perpetual free fall.

Well, after a while of "free falling", each of the people I was with... myself included, would maneuver out of the slipstream, start to fall, and then deploy a parachute.  When the whole group was safely on the ground, we gathered with a group of (get this!) Chinese paratroopers, for some sort of party or picnic or something.

It was very weird.

Why paratroopers?  Why Chinese paratroopers?  Why didn't I have that feeling of falling?  Why was actor Neal McDonough dressed like a Chinese paratrooper?  Why weren't any of the Chinese paratroopers  jumping of the cliffs?

I would be happy to entertain any answers that you might have.

Gunfighter Dreams (Follow-Up)

So.... Saturday night, what did I dream about?

Going to a different church.

This particular church is located near where I work... it is a Lutheran Church, and in my dream, I was passing by when I heard the most moving Gospel music. I knew something was strange, because, well, we Lutherans aren't always the most... er... moving of religious musical stylists. Anyway, I went inside, and I was clearly a stranger there, and all the nice Lutherans (we CAN be a friendly bunch) were waving to me to sit with them.

There wasn't much more to it than that, really.

Sunday night... I was too exhausted from watching the Emmy awards to dream.

I guess I have been off of the Vicodin long enough to be free of it, eh?

Gunfighter Dreams

I'm not posting about anything other than this today:

My blog is becoming unhealthy.

I didn't sleep well last night. I'm not sure if it was because I was concerned about today's (cancelled because of the weather) soccer game, or something else.

I tossed and turned and woke up nearly every hour... and I had weird dreams.

Weird dreams about blogging.

There is a Barnes and Noble bookstore in downtown Washington, DC at the corner of 12th and E street, that I go to sometimes... it has two floors, and at the top of the escalator is the information desk. Well, in my dream, the info desk was a coffee bar instead.

For some strange reason, I was talking about my blog with the two baristas, one, a young black man, the other, a young white woman. They asked questions about my blog while they got my coffee for me... and before I left, they asked me for my blog address. I tried to write it down, but I was having difficulty. I tried six or seven times, but couldn't do it. The guy thought it was funny, but the girl took the pen and said that I should repeat the address to her and she would write it down. I was relieved... but found I could no longer speak.

It was a weird dream.

I had another dream this morning.... maybe it was part of the same dream, but I can't remember much about that, other than there was a roller coaster involved.

Hmmm. Best not to dwell on this, perhaps.

I'm going to go make soccergirl's breakfast.

GF