Tales from real life
|Well, if they're not true, they oughta be!|
|Well, let's start on a weird note . . .
Last night I dreamt I was falling. Not an unusual type of nightmare, but this one was new to me. In it, I'm falling backward from a high bridge, looking up and very aware of the cold water below. Above me, also falling, I see some object that's shaped a bit like a Toucan beak. I don't know what it is, but I know that it's heavy and that it has a razor-sharp edge. As soon as I hit the water, the object, whatever it is, will catch up and slice me in half. I'm flailing and screaming as I splash down, and then my wife shakes me awake.
I was gasping for breath, and my heart was pounding for several minutes afterward. It was the worst nightmare I've had in years.