Why not lead with a dream once in a while?
Friday night slash Saturday morning I dreamt that I was at the shore. A boardwalk spanned several dunes with grass poking through the slats. There was a wall between the boardwalk and the ocean. I took a stroll along the path when I was beset upon by a youth with a knife. Since this was only a dream I was able to heft him over my shoulder then smash his skull against the wood until I was certain he was dead.
With a corpse slumped over my shoulder I stumbled over the sand to dispose of the body. Already my former oneiric nemesis was churning something fierce but at no time did I feel any thalassophobia gripping my soul. Still common sense kept me from a close approach. When I hefted the body and threw it towards the ravening fifteen foot waves it collapsed on itself becoming naught but a tin can which readily slipped beneath the waves.
For the rest of the dream I felt guilty, constantly looking over my shoulder knowing that someone saw me.
Okay I'll probably have some captions too.
The significant reduction of discomfort meant that I was able to ride my bike to and from therapy. Also I wasn't hobbling like an old man when I went to a job interview late Tuesday morning. Oh wow, my fingers are crossed something fierce.
