A Message From The Great Beyond

You know most people have dreams, some people read into dreams, most people dream lame boring stuff like going to school with no pants, or other lame stuff that Freud would say all relate to you mother or lack of having a girl friend.

My dreams are generally a roller coaster into Hell, blood, aliens, shit so messed up you would think acid trips are for the UN-inspired. The dreams I have that are the most normal, that you might call lucid, like a dream where you start your day and its a normal day like any other, that's what makes me wake up screaming and sweating.

Last night I had the closest thing to a prophetic, religious, existential dream ever. I was at the base of this mountain, an impossibly huge mountain that stretched into space and beyond. At the base of that mountain I came across Sam Elliot, all decked in his western wear, and told me that I was going to have to prepare, that my journey beyond was about to start. Then he vanished into the fog.



I started to walk up the trail and then woke up. All morning as I drove to work I was half expecting an 18 wheeler to come barreling through a red light and take me out.



The main thing was that it was so real, the fog, the cold, the wind, the mist, the feel of the trail underfoot. I couldn't tell that it was not real. Most dreams fade as the old noggin starts working in the morning, but this one is still vivid.

Wow.