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What Dreams May Come

Editor’s Note: The following was written on Feb. 16, 2017.

I don’t dream on a regular basis, but whoa boy did I have a doozy the other night. I’m only writing about it because I’m sure some who enjoy politics will get a kick out of it, while others may just agree that dreams are an incredible and most times unexplainable occurrence.

The dream involved my wife and I and a recent move to Alaska. Coincidentally, I read a headline earlier that day stating you have the highest chance of getting an STD in Alaska – go figure. Anyway, we moved to Alaska for some strange reason and I decided to join the Army voluntarily. There was no immediate war going on at the time, but for some reason I joined.

We lived in a decent sized town near a body of water, it was set up on a hill and the main road led down to the water and some docks. The only image I can compare it to in my real life was a stretch of road in a small town I remember on a trip to the Thousand Islands as a kid. I remember there was an old-school outdoor arcade, fudge shops — the whole nine yards.

As most dreams go, there were periods of what felt like inactivity so things didn’t connect together completely. The next major occurrence in the dream was a look to the sky and the sight of thousands of what I imagine were ballistic missiles being fired toward a land on the other side of the body of water – Russia. There are a handful of reasons I’m probably throwing Russia into my dream … it’s in the news – everywhere you turn – and to add to it I’ve been playing a game called “Metal Gear Solid V” a lot lately. Basic gist of the game is you’re a mercenary and one of your primary enemies is the Russians. So, there’s plenty to refer to in my real life for this to be happening in my dreams, I suppose.

“We’re under attack!” someone shouts in my dream. People are fleeing the waterside and running up the street toward me. I run to what I think was the military recruitment facility where I signed up to join the Army. There’s a satellite image on a television screen, an image of land with thousands of Russian troops slowly conquering inch-by-inch. I couldn’t tell what land it was, I don’t think it was Alaska.

I turn to my wife, upset about what’s happening. I remember a sense of fear, not for myself but for my kids. They didn’t make an appearance in my dream but I assume we still had them. I never had a chance to arm myself or defend the country – the dream just came to an end and I woke up to a, “Mike! Can you start my car!?”

Usually, when and if I dream, it’s hard to remember as much as I did this night. Like I said, some will get a kick out of this because of all the political conspiracies happening at the moment … maybe it’s my brain telling me I’ve heard enough. It’s apparently consuming my conscious and now subconscious mind.

And on the non-political flip side, this was a fun reminder of how amazing dreams can be. I was a big fan of the movie “Inception,” a movie based on the idea that you can enter someone’s dream state and persuade them to think a certain way upon waking up. If you haven’t seen that movie yet and think my dream was interesting then I suggest you watch that this weekend. Until next time, sweet dreams.

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