Dream Interruption

I am going to interrupt my "Flash Backs" to talk about a dream I had last night. Please forgive the vast craziness of my dream, I tend to have quite an imagination.

I was riding on a bus from my home to my hometown. I had arrived in my hometown and if you know the area, I was riding down Leonard right before Turner and where you get on the expressway. All sorts of things were happening on this road. My old boss from High School who now runs the Haunt was taking down signs that were meant to redirect people to some sort of event (Having nothing to do with my old job OR the Haunt ... weird) Also some sort of festival was taking place it seemed. It was just strange.

I got out of the bus and was trying to chat it up with my old boss and he was telling me how disappointed he was that the signs hadn't worked when all of a sudden a big construction-like dump truck comes barreling down the hill. (Now I am fully aware of the fact that this street is not on a hill of any sort BUT in my dream it was...) The truck is going incredibly fast and the back attachment was swaying back and forth. No breaks were being applied and there was no sign of this truck slowing down. Something was wrong and going down a hill was only increasing the danger.

Now here is where the dream became something for me to remember ...

Going down the hill was obviously not helping with halting this truck, so the truck driver did something interesting. He turned the corner and went UP the on ramp onto the expressway, no doubt thinking it would slow him down. Unfortunately it didn't work. This truck was about to cause massive destruction and all the surrounding cars and people were going to feel its wrath. So instead of fully entering the expressway the trucker gave a sharp turn right and ran straight through the barrier and off the edge of the express way crashing the truck, and most likely ending the driver's life.

All of a sudden I'm a News Helicopter recording the scene. (What? You've never been a Helicopter before?) Nobody else was hurt and the building it slightly hit was in tact. The only person who suffered from the crash was the driver.

All I can remember is feeling so strongly about that driver. He KNEW he couldn't stop the truck and he knew people were going to get hurt because of it, so instead he risked his own life and crashed the truck to save everyone else.

I was touched.

I'm not sure why this dream effected me so strongly this morning. I just couldn't help but think this man was such a hero. I was proud of him.

Then I wondered ... would I have had the strength to make such a scary decision? Would I ever be able to be a hero if the moment presented itself? My instincts tell me that I would without a doubt, but if I really sit back and think about it...I know there would be a doubt...or two.

Would you have had it in you to drive your truck off an expressway to save hundreds of lives?

Just a quiet little reflection for the day...I promise I'll get back to something absurd tomorrow.

Who cares about Lions and Tigers and Bears!

We are talking about Mice and Dreams and Comcast! OH MY!!! This is much scarier than some big furry beasts if you ask me...

I mean seriously...mice...still furry beasts, but they aren't the big angry kind. No these little critters are much worse.

These tiny little fur balls look all cute and innocent...oh yeah...I admitted it...In certain light, at first glance, for one small moment while they are cleaning their dirty little fur, they momentarily look cute and innocent...MOMENTARILY I say! We all know however, they are anything BUT! Stupid little poop leaving vermin that eat my crumbs and scurry through my kitchen and spread nasty little disease through my house! Bitter? Why why would you say that? I don't THINK I sounded bitter... Oh, you caught it from the last sentence...well ok, yeah I'm bitter...

That dang little mouse crawled up into my insanely (because I'm anal about cleaning and crumbs and such) foodless bedroom last night and just stared at my husband and I. He looked at us as if we were old friends.

"Sup," the little critter said nodding to us.

We stared at him in fascination. My husband called him a "Bold Little Guy" .

Bold? Bold is not the word I was looking for. I was looking for stupid, idiotic, and with some nerve. My bedroom!!!!

Poison has been put out - we were out of traps....sigh - and it has been taken. Now hopefully the "Bold Little Guy" is found by my furry little husband and not me!

Moving along...

Dreams...irritating. I want to be having dreams about fantasy worlds and things that can inspire my writing. NOT dreams about old friends and nostalgia. That's just silly! Can someone find me the dream fairy so we can have a "talk" about the dreams that are NOT coming my way.

Moving along...

Comcast. Ever had to deal with them? Or should I just say cable/internet/phone companies all together....I could. But do yours call themselves "Comcastic!" Seriously! What is so "Comcastic" about my internet going down all the time and having a bunk modem?


So this my friends is why Mice, Dreams and Comast are way creepier and exceptionally MORE irritating than Lions and Tigers and Bears.

Just thought you oughta know!

It was Inevitable...

...And it happened...I woke up this morning, grabbed the closest notebook to me, ran over to my desk, grabbed my favorite pink pen, ran back over to the notebook ... and wrote it all down! The scene is so vivid in my mind that I couldn't help but remember it. I had to elaborate. I had to explain why these two girls were who they were and felt how they felt. The words cascaded from the pen as if they had always been swimming around in the ink.

Here I am, barely done with my first novel, still in need of two sequels, and I have a WHOLE NEW idea brewing up in that story making factory in my head. This one is completely different though. Well it's still the good vs. evil theme, but completely different worlds. I can't help but be excited. I was getting a bit lonely without my novel sitting in front of me every day.

So there it is...my answer to what to do while I'm waiting. Guess I better go buy a new notebook!

Hope your Holiday weekend has started nicely!