Hey Look! It's Tuesday!

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Still not in a story-telling mood. I was even too lazy to come up with a halfway decent title for this post. But hey, at the very least you get to see a nice picture of geese swans swimming on a foggy lake in, I'm guessing here, the morning. The foggy lake reminds me of a dream I once had, which reminds me of the dream I had Sunday night. (Might have been in the wee hours of Monday morning, I wasn't looking at my watch at the time because, ahem, I was asleep.)

Let's start with the dream I once had. (Which was called into the foreground of my walnut-sized brain by the photo above - yes, I am equating myself to a dinosaur, it's an age thing, I suppose.)

This dream was some years ago, it rather sticks in my head (I could say "haunts me," which isn't far from the truth) for some reason. I was sitting on a porch of some kind, drinking coffee as it was morning. A foggy morning next to a body of water (might have been the ocean, might have been a big lake, the dream wasn't all that clear about that), a bit chilly but not too bad.

As I was drinking my coffee, a fellow stopped by my table and asked me how I was doing. I thought that odd, as I was sure I didn't know anyone at this place (which might have been a hotel/resort of some kind). I turned to answer and saw that the guy was in running togs, old school type running togs, ya know sweat pants, sweat shirt, and he had a towel around his neck. He was pretty sweaty, like he'd just finished a really good workout.

As I turned to answer I recognized him, it was Lex.

Yup, rather stunned I was, Lex had been gone for a while at that point. I then woke up.

A communication from beyond? Just a dream? I dunno, felt pretty damned real to me. I remember it clearly to this day.

Anyhoo, Sunday night ...

Perhaps I should preface this with the data point that The Missus Herself is down Maryland way for a cuppla weeks to help with the grandsons. (Mom's down in Oz on business.) Just to be clear, I tend to get a bit feral when she's not around, reverting to primitive ways so to speak.

Anyhoo, Sunday night. I was having a dream wherein I was flying, in an aircraft though I couldn't guess which type. I was indeed the pilot, it's something I know (in theory) how to do, and have actually done. (Where I discovered that's it a bit more complex than it seems on the surface. Why do I keep climbing? Is that too much throttle? What do you mean "Did I trim the aircraft?" Things of that nature. Straight and level can be a challenge to the uninitiated.)

So yeah, where was I? Ah ...

Yes, I was flying, there I was (no, it's not the start of a war story, see SJC), in the air, having the time of my life, when I get the call to go ahead and land. Hhmm, but I don't want to land yet.

Land. (Non-negotiable sounding.)

So I turn into the wind, how do I know I'm turning into the wind? Well, I'm suddenly landing on an aircraft carrier, carriers steam into the wind to recover aircraft, I'm about to land aboard one of those big beasties so, ipso facto, I'm turning into the wind to land.

Sounds like a great dream Sarge, what's the problem? Crappy weather? Pitching deck? No, none of the above. CAVU in all respects.

In fact, as I'm coming in, looking for the LSO, I notice that my cats are on deck, waiting for me. So I'm ecstatic, I really miss my cats, they're ecstatic as well, happy to see me and all. Then it struck me, they're no longer in this world, am I about to enter theirs?

Throttle to full, flaps and gear up, I ain't ready to land.

Not yet.

I wonder what it all means?

Something I ate? Am I going around the bend? Have I slipped my mooring?

Or did I get a glimpse of the future? Who knows? Maybe y'all can figure it out.

At least it makes an interesting topic for discussion.

Or not.