Dream Night
It was weird-dream night yesterday. At the end of my first sleep, I made a long shot from nearly halfcourt with one second left to win the game, only to have time put back on the clock. The other team scored, and they won the game. In my second sleep, a salesman stopped by to scope out a project and as we walked onto the porch I noticed a big fire in town, close to the house. Embers were falling on the lawn and fires were starting. I looked west to see if the fire had spread. It had. A big fire tower used for training was burning. I was surrounded by fire. That woke me up, too.
I have no idea what all this means if it means anything at all. I haven’t played basketball in well over 40 years, and I mostly played for its recreational value. We don’t have a firetower close by. The nearest structure even resembling one is down 290 almost to Harper. I live close to the country so a fire isn’t out of the question and with no rain, I’m frankly surprised we haven’t had one. But nothing close by has burned lately.
Of course, a recurring theme in both dreams was one of feeling powerless and overwhelmed. There was nothing I could do in either dream case, which is pretty much how life goes. You do your best, but in the end the chips fall and the house wins. And there’s a lot going on in the country, most of which I don’t like and none of which I have any power over. So, maybe that has something to do with it, too. In the end, I guess I’ll have to be happy with knowing I slept hard enough to dream and hope that everything else works out.