Welcome to the Rumble

Did everyone feel that quake yesterday? That one definitely revived my sense of alarm. Now today we get the winds kicking up. I heard a report on the radio that there is a high-wind advisory in effect until 6 PM on Sunday. We can expect gusts of 50 to 60 miles an hour, with occasional bursts up to 80. Joy.

I have been having a bad day today. A couple hours ago I had an honest-to-God panic attack, and my heart has been jumpy ever since. This post will doubtlessly be short.

I make a conscious effort in my communication to stay away from the topic of dreams. With few exceptions, we are all fascinated by our own dreams and unenthused by the dreams of others. That said, I awoke this morning having had a dream where I was the Green Lantern! 

Now, those of you who know me well, know that Green Lantern is just about my favorite comic-book hero ever. To dream that I was the Green Lantern, flying about and using my power ring, was too exciting. And I sure did fly. In most of my 'flying dreams' I end up flying briefly and then spending the bulk of the dream narrative trying to fly again, generally without success. In this morning's dream, however, I was constantly flying. In fact, at one point I was having a battle with two villains simultaneously, one who could stretch his limbs indefinitely and one wielding a giant chain saw. In that sequence, I flew rapidly around several trees with the one villain's arms stretching to catch up to me. I defeated him by flying within reach of the chainsaw wielder who, unable to stop his momentum, cut off the first villain's arms! In a different sequence I raced The Flash, me flying and The Flash running. The race was one lap around the world, and I was narrowly beaten by The Flash.

That is how one should wake up in the morning!

"As you get older, it is harder to have heroes, but it is sort of necessary."— Ernest Hemingway