I had the most amazingly bad dream last night.
I was sitting on the deck of my massive boat, and I saw a large deer charging in the field nearby. The deer had a massive rack -- it almost looked like a moose -- and Trotter caught its scent and took chase. He caught the deer, but in the process his leg was gashed open by one of the antler tips. I had to get him to the vet.
I fired up the boat and started navigating the lake, when ... something happened -- it was horrific and frightening, but I cannot recall what it was -- and suddenly the boat was sinking.
I managed to get rescued by a helicopter, but while grabbing onto the landing tubes I somehow pulled the helicopter into the water, causing it to sink like a stone. I went down with it for a bit, realized what was happening, and let go. I remember watching it fall into the murky darkness, and then I broke the surface of the water and was gasping for air.
I felt horrible; I was single-handedly responsible for losing our million dollar boat, a helicopter and its crew, and most likely poor Trotter as well. But nothing compared to having to explain all this to Amina, which is right where I woke up.
So, how'd you sleep last night?
"And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt." – Sylvia Plath
1.26.2009
frank gray & john russell
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