17 Dec 2008

At least in my dream it did.

Have any of you read the book “The Stand” by Steven King? Or maybe you’ve seen the movie? Well, that is what I had dreamed about.

I found myself looking at the world as a whole place to be either pillaged or preserved. I was thinking about what my priorities should be. What should I do first? Find food? A new place to live? What about transportation? What should I do about protecting the things I would have to collect to survive?

In my dream it got way more involved that just these questions. Now I can’t get this whole thing out of my head. As I drive home from work I look out the windows of my car and “scout” locations of where I would set myself up. Today, ont the way home, I’ve even gone so far as to pick out the local small airport as a good location, because it is close to the river for fresh water but it was at a much higher elevation than the river because there was a dam upstream. I figured that eventually the dam would give way and flood the valley so the airport would be good. The airport is completely fenced too, so I could bring in cattle and set ‘em loose on the grounds. On top of that the land near-by has a bunch of fields so I could farm for food. The airport also has large hangers so I would have a place to put vehicles and tankers full of gas and diesel fuel. There would also be space to put large freezers that I would need to store food in, that I would take from the grocery store. There are also several gas stations near to the airport that I could take gas from.

But anyway, back to my dream. I actually dreamed about going to the local pawn shops and hunting stores and Wal-Mart and getting all the guns available and all the ammo so I could defend my stuff and myself from intruders. And everyone was an intruder.

God, am I sick or what. In my dream I didn’t even miss the people, except my wife and then I didn’t even miss her that much. It was more of a philosophical kind of thing, all the people who annoyed me in life were gone and it was nice to be alone. I even thought about any people who may have survived like I had and I didn’t want them to come near me and mess up my solitude.

Now don’t you guys start thinking that M and I are on the outs with each other, because we’re not. We are getting along better than ever right now. Nothing is currently wrong with our marriage. Not that there won’t be problems down the road, there will be hiccups in any marriage.

Ok. My sick mind is done. I’m outta here.

I’m Alive… So Far…