D@#$%d #dreams!

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Nooooo…I can’t have a dream where I’m walking along a beach just enjoying the day.

Last night I had to be in the middle of chaos.  

Again.

What do I remember of it?  Horses straining to pull a wagon from water so filthy it looked like mud-bogger heaven.

From the outside looking in, it was like watching the forest equivalent of Mad Max on Quaaludes.  

From the inside looking out, it was fire in the soul watching the heart lose almost every loved one and then, at the end of it all, the last one finds a way to meet me and say goodbye.  Gracious to the last, regal in the face of impending death, his final words didn’t sound like a man about to die. 

I can tell you with absolute certainty that MY last words wouldn’t be gracious, calm or encouraging.

In fact, if this dream had acquired solid form, I would’ve found a garrote and strangled the d@mned thing.