The End of the World

My dream in the wee hours of the morning:

I was with my boss/friend, Karen, and a couple other people. It was work-related, because a couple of the surgery people from the hospital were with us.

We were in this tiny little rental car, driving around and looking for a place to eat. The only place was Pizza Hut, and in my mind in this dream, I could imagine nothing worse, but it was the only place and we were hungry. I think all I got was a Coke and for some reason, a steak fry, which I don't like at all in real life (not to mention in real life you can't get steak fries from Pizza Hut--I don't think, anyway).

Then, near there, was this little place that was advertised as a "hockey/shooting range," but it was tiny.

Remember those figure 8 markings in skating rinks? Since I was part of a skating team in junior high, I'm really familiar with those figure eights, as part of practice was toeing those lines over and over and over.

Oh, and my youthful skating, living in Florida, was roller skating. I'm very, very good at it, to this day. I think James and I will have to go soon. It was only a few years ago that I was seriously entertaining the thought of joining our local roller derby team that one of my friends was on. That was before the knee and the thyroid. Lol.

Here's our local roller derby team, the Sintral Florida Derby Demons. Lol. I was very close to joining, although I probably wouldn't have lasted long. I would've been stopping to make sure I didn't hurt someone everytime I shoved them out of my way. Lol.

Anyway, the size of this "hockey/shooting range" was just a little bigger (maybe like 11 1/2 sqaure feet for the whole place. Maybe 13 1/2 sqft at most. Which corresponds to a sheet of paper in inches in times past. I 'd learned that from my reading yesterday morning.  Funny how those things show up in dreams.

The the figure eight of ice took up most of the place, then right next to it, people were shooting specially made, very quiet guns at almost point blank targets. Admission was cheap--only a quarter to fifty cents, depending on what you wanted to do.

And there were famous people there, and the guy who ran it all might have been John Cena, although in real life I barely know what the guy looks like, much less what he does. I think he was a wrestler turned actor or something. He will probably be a governor and President of the United States when he gets older.

So, I just Googled "John Cena for President," and lo, and behold, someone's already made a meme:

And as a side note, I see his slogan is "Ride Above Hate." Wow, that's actually sort of cool.

Anyway, we paid the admission, and this next part of the dream I have to laugh at. In the dream, on the ice, I was just as graceful and adept as I was on a roller rink floor. I have to laugh, because I am absolutely the worst ice skater in the whole world. I tried it once, and scooting around on my frozen butt the whole time was not my idea of fun. The mechanics of roller skating and ice skating are apparently very different, and I'd like to strangle whoever told me that they were similar.

Anyway, I was zig-zagging and twirling around my friends and coworkers as we waited for our turn to shoot. There were a couple guys lined up to shoot the silent guns, and it looked like they were having fun, but I couldn't imagine it to be much fun, as it certainly didn't look very challenging with the targets so close.

If I'm not good at doing something others find difficult, why bother? Unless it's fun, but part of the fun is accomplishing something difficult--if I had been a natural at ice skating, I probably would've had fun and done it a second time.

For example, I'm a terrible painter, but it's fun, so I don't care that I'm terrible. I'm not a particularly good musician, but I'm mostly self taught, and if I practiced more, I would probably be good, but it's also fun, and relaxing for me.

Here's my kokopelli before it was finished...I still like this one... by the way, whoever bought my kokopelli, could you send me a pic of it, finished? Lol...

I'm not the best writer, either, but I know I'm good at it when I try, and better than many when I'm not trying, like on my blogs. And it's fun. If you're doing something repeatedly that's not enjoyable to you, why? I can't imagine why people go into careers they don't find interesting or fun. I guess they do it for money to spend on things that are fun, but man, if you work all the time at something just to have fun in the very minute amount of time you have leftover after working all week, what's the point? I'm glad and fortunate to love my job, and I'm actually really sad to be leaving it. I hope I can work part time in Naples at an orthopedic clinic. At least my resume is very, very good, and my references are practically stellar.

Oh yeah, the dream. It starts to get bad now. There's this rumbling, and all of a sudden, this wave of soot gray lava sweeps us up high, and we're riding this colossal wave of destruction. It should've burned us to ash, but I guess because it was gray, it meant it was cool enough to sit atop and ride. (I know, that's impossible. It's a dream, not real life.) Lol.

So we're a little worried as we ride by highway overpasses that are half destroyed. And even more worried as we see another, higher wave coming behind us heading our way fast, and another, higher wave in front of us heading our way, fast. It looked like we would be immolated or suffocated very soon.

The walls of each barreling wave were about six feet higher than we were, so the trick would be to scale the walls just before the two waves sandwiched us. We somehow managed to accomplish this, and were rewarded for our effort when we saw grass up ahead, and the ocean beyond that. The lava was running parallel to the grass, and we saw the path that led to the little hockey/figure 8 place. It would be a short swim to shore when we hit the ocean.

Which is what we did. Once we reached the grassy area, we were miraculously dry, and it was an easy walk back to the little shack, which also miraculously survived. And then I woke up.

I have no idea where these dreams come from. Parts of them seem like things thought about or read about during my day, but then my imagination barges in and screams, "TOO BORING!"

So, he (Imagination) makes them colorful and well, not boring.

Oh well, it makes for an interesting morning as I remember some of these night-time adventures.

In other news, I have an idea for a children's book. I plan on doing it in rhyme, and it's unfolding easily in my head. I think it'll be really, really good. Now I just need to make the time to write it down.

In other, other news, I've got to use this weekend wisely and bust my butt to get stuff ready to sell or listed for sale. I've literally got to sell almost everything I own. Lol. That's sorta daunting, but it's definitely time to let go of a bunch of junk. More is not better!