"America?" I said to myself, puzzled, on waking up. "That is a dark place."
I didn't really mean it. That was just what came swimming into my bleary head. Of course, it might have been my brain reminding me that President Business just claimed thousands of acres of reservation land in Utah so that he can put pipes through it. I don't like that. And lots of other things.
What was really odd about the dream though, was the fact that I wasn't planning on going to America by plane; my brain was taking me there by tall-ship.
I'd sign up for that tomorrow if that were on offer! A clipper across the Atlantic? A pirate ship rolling the azure main? Waking up to the sound of creaking hulls and the wind fluttering through the sails and the rigging? That'd be an amazing adventure!
Anyway, I've got no idea why I was going. There must have been a good reason in the dream. I've never been there, and I've only got my imagination to tell me what it's like. Other than my movie-informed worldview, the only bits I've actually seen are:
The Other Side of Niagara Falls, and the Inside of RAF Mildenhall. And I'm pretty sure that the USA is a bit more than a raging river and a USAF-base bowling alley.
To be honest though, I'm quite glad I'm dreaming again. For a while, sleep was less than memorable. Nowadays, it seems my brain has at least enough RAM to generate some imaginative adventure. That's a good sign.
Of course, it might also be down to my new nightly routine of a cup of the ol' Cadbury's hot chocolate.
They say a milky drink helps you drop off. The air was freezing last night, so I even sploshed a little rum into it before I went to bed, you know just to warm up the insides.
I happened to glance at the bottle today, and was a little bit taken aback to see that it's 57% volume. 57%! That might have had something to do with it. Oh, and it turns out it's Navy Rum.
Arrr.
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