This vivid dream just made all the difference
Not a few weeks go by when I don’t have a vivid dream, and this was one for the ages, both for the here and now, and for generations.
I’ve done an awful job of keeping up on my dreams lately. One reason is that my day job is crazy this time of the year with the hockey season going on, coupled with the fact that I write early-morning content on one site in particular.
If you’re wondering why I haven’t been writing here as much, now you know. But I couldn’t help myself this morning, because I had to let you know about this crazy awesome dream I had on Saturday night.
For the first time this eternity, I actually slept a full eight hours. And wow, was it a dandy. Here’s what this vivid dream consisted of:
I was driving my dad’s old Chevy Colorado at full speed on the hill that my parents live on, atop one of the largest hills in the county. Then, this random ramp just emerges in front of me. I didn’t have time to swerve, so therefore, I could only drive up it.
At that point, I jetted so far into the air that I could see the entire landscape around me, from the neighboring small city and its village neighbor, to the vast countryside with the occasional warehouse and oil rig.
Part of me wanted to freak, but another, more confident voice, said, “No, this is going to be the coolest stunt ever when you land it.” So, I saw it through, and stuck the landing before speeding back to their house, thinking to myself the entire time of how awesome it was, and that the only thing I wanted was to do it again.
The kicker is that I actually felt my stomach squirm when I shot back down to stick that landing.
Of course, whenever I have a dream like this, I wanted to take a deeper dive. So, I plugged it into AI, detail by detail, and I got the following:
