As I get older (and more profound) my brain seems to do weirder
and weirder things.
For example - the women of Winnipeg seem to
become more beautiful every year - which delights my imagination but
just frustrates the physical me. Which begs the question - Is there a
"Physical Me" anymore. This can be very disturbing in my later years.
Suppose I am out at the park barbequing some donuts and I discover
that I am actually dreaming - but I am really at the park - and my
life is just a long, long dream.
BUTT - that is not what I want to talk about right now.
I had a dream ... not like Martin but a real dream, while you
sleep. Okay I did have a dream like that - but it involved girls and a
In my dream, I was running. The first few minutes were quite
realistic. Everything hurt and I looked more like a crab trying to
catch a bus. Butt - as the minutes rolled by - my body morphed into a
much younger version of itself and soon I was running full out,
stretching everything to the limit, feeling that marvellous euphoria I
used to experience as a young fella. (Yes there were running shoes
when I was a young fella)
It was a magic moment - until I woke up.
I had the most severe leg cramps I had ever experienced. I'm
talking calves, hamstrings, and "SHINS". The pain was tremendous but I
had to laugh. I have never had a cramp in my shins. How do you stretch
that one out? A couple of glasses of red wine and the problem was
solved - I did not care anymoe.
So - why am I telling you this ???
Because, not only am I old, I am bored. So I write this drivel (the
journal of a life gone bad) so that I can check it in my sleep in case
- my life really is a dream ... which begs the question .... what if
it turns into a night mare??? Will I have a saddle or will it be
Sleep well my children ....