by J.R. Wagner
I had another dream about the end of the world the other night. I thought it would be ironic to share it today since, according to the Mayans, the end of the world is coming tomorrow. Unlike my last apocalyptic dream, which included a nuclear holocaust, this dream was all about water. Lots of water.
-thank you very much, Al Gore!
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| Al Gore, Mr. Global Warming |
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| Tower Crane |
I was standing on the top part of a tower crane, the rest of which extended down into the deep blue abyss, up to my knees in water. There was water everywhere so I'm assuming there was a major flood of some sort. Anyway, my family was there and I was attempting to rescue them when the sharks came (the water wasn't enough, there had to be sharks). I remember dipping my head into the water and looking at the shark and saying, "It's okay, it isn't a great white shark!" (because there aren't other man-eating sharks in the ocean)
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| Shark! |
Not long after flailing around in the water as the sharks continued to circle us, I woke up.
I went on my run later that morning and about two miles in, about six Chinook-looking helicopters flew overhead. I became slightly paranoid and my pace quickened.
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| Never a good sign |
As I continued something else out of the ordinary happened. An unusual sound pierced the otherwise typically quiet area. Fire engine sirens -lots of them. I understand that the odds of seeing military helicopters in flight where I live aren't great because it is a rather quiet area. Now, add in the blaring of several fire engine sirens and I became even more paranoid.
Here is the strange part (as if this all isn't strange) the siren's didn't stop. Usually, when I do hear them at all, they blare for a minute or two and are gone. This day, they continued for the duration of my run -a good 45 minutes. When I got home, I was expecting to find my house a smoldering pile of rubble surrounded by zombies but fortunately, this wasn't the case.
It turns out I managed to discover what was up with the fire engine nonsense.
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| yep, blame it on the big guy |
