Nightmares

So I've been having this nightmare recently. I think that I've dreamed it maybe once, but I think about it a few times a day and prior to sleeping.

I am standing in a grassy clearing. Its in the middle of a forest and the nearest trees are about thirty yards ahead of me. Already misty and drizzleing, I become aware that there is thunder and I sense the flash of lightning. Then I run for the trees but they get no closer. I gain no ground even as I trudge through the mud to get there as the grass loses root in the ground becomeing ever more liquid. And the lightning bolts, and it bolts. Over and over. Like a giant poker striking out of a blakened heaven. I run and run but never get to the safety of the trees.

Maybe the field and my position there is a symbol of my vulnerability. The boltz of lightning are my threats. The trees and the forest is a sense of shelter because logicaly I know that if I am in the woods the likelihood of a tree that is taller than I of being shocked by lightning is greater than hitting me. But in the field the lightning is in the catbird seat.

So what am I afraid of? Pleanty!

It was a Hellamonday!

This is a photo of myself (to the right) and Rosalinda (to the left) at school late at night. This has been a weekly ritual since August 2006 when we plunged into an MBA program at the University of Phoenix at San Antonio. Shameless plug. Tonight we are sharing our dinners as we always do.

MAN! Hellamonday. We where just talking about how it seems that Monday comes around and we completely lose control. Our personal grip on reality losens and the prospectus on our lives comes crashing to the granite floor amongst the ones that failed. Then we cry and realise in 100-years or even in 6-weeks, who will care?

So anyway, Linda. Its a quarter-til-8. We can still make out on top!