And then I died


“…an eagle came and swooped me up
And through the air we flied,
But he dropped me in a boiling lake
A thousand miles wide.
And you’ll never guess what I did then–

~ Shel Silverstein’s “True Story” from Where the Sidewalk Ends

I posted True Story in it’s entirety once, I only needed a tidbit for this entry. Basically, I only needed the last line…

Have you ever had the fleeting thought that you actually died at one point in your life and all of this is just you dreaming in your coffin? Or your afterlife? Or that millisecond before death and you imagined all this is what would have happened? Not in a morbid, gothy-whiny sort of way, but in a more elusive, disenchanted, disconnected and possibly surreal moment kind of way. And for our purposes, without the use of drugs to get there. Have you?

I have.

And I’d always thought it a bit odd. One of those strange thoughts I have that I keep to myself for fear of being locked up. But, as a little moonlight and a lot of tequila have revealed, I am not alone in this thought. It’s fleeting and not at all suicidal, it’s more of a “what if” situation.

And so, I drag it into the garage for this Thursday’s question. Never mind if you have or haven’t had the thought, I wouldn’t want to out those of you still protecting yourself from the encumbering styles currently available in high-end straight jackets. Rather, for giggles, let’s pretend you all have… now tell me when you died. What moment could have been your death? That near miss on the highway? That accident that didn’t happen on the farm? Whatcha got?

Me? I drowned when I was six. I was swimming with the daycare away group in some shallow rapids and hit one of those soft spot drop-offs. I remember going under, hitting bottom way over my head, springing up and gulping air, and then going down again. I did this several times before… Before I died, and dreamed the rest of this life I’ve had =)

That was my moment. When did you die?

Dream Logic

I dream every night—several times, actually—and am lucky enough to remember them most of the time.  Sometimes I wake up confused or concerned or looking for either a notebook to hold a thought or phone book to locate a shrink.  But occasionally I wake up with a smile.  Because dreams and dream logic can be entertaining as hell, unlike most half hour sitcoms.

Last night’s humor/lessons:

Bob, the worm is not actually talking to you.

Dougie, using ventriloquism to be the worm was funny, but cruel as hell! hehe

Jenny-from-the-block, zombies are not your friend. You know it.  I know it.  You won’t even read them, so why in the hell would you try and reason with them?  Although, I did thoroughly enjoy you smacking them in the head with the frying pan and yelling “no!” whenever they tried to bite you =))

Joe & Dave, for future reference, don’t touch the strange goo that is surrounding an already dissolved body and then act surprised when it starts to happen to you.

Mark, when the sky has been black for days, the dead are rising, Ash [Evil Dead] has gone rogue and your friends are dissolving around you, it is not time to go geocaching… k?

Jim, I love ya man, I do, but if we’re being attacked by armies of undead I am not running outside to save the ducks.  Joe and Dave, however, will not only save them for you, they will bring back goo to show you why they needed saving!

And Brian.  Thank you.  Thank you for providing the best dream logic EVER, because: “We can’t go outside yet!  What the hell is wrong with you people?!  Everybody knows that after the mini-Bruces attack there will be a flying demon—and we haven’t seen the flying demon yet!”

hehehehe… I love dreams.  Anything can and will happen.  Almost makes me want to take a nap and see what happens.

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