thepirate

I was thinking about a dream I had. It was one of those flying dreams, which isn't all that unusual. It was set at Disneyland, that's a little more unusual. The thing that caused it to stick, though, was the perspective tricks I played on myself.
Soaring up into the air because, you know, I can fly. Everything shrinks like normal, people look like ants and I want to go rampaging through the tiny amusement park like king kong. Here's where it gets weird, I go to fly back down, and just like that my feet are on the ground.
Instead of flying, like I'd thought,, I just got really really big.
Then I woke up, once again, at the best part.

I've put in 18 miles in the past three days. I hurt. It's amazing how quickly you regress when you're sick for weeks. It feels good to be back on track again, though.

*******************Woah Sally, that girl******************
You'll thank me in the morning.