Man, I had the weirdest dream last night. I was in a dead sleep and when I say dead, believe it when I say you will NOT be successful in trying to awaken me.
A futile pursuit indeed.
Karen and I are on this C-135 big military transport plane, and I think there were other people nearby, but not clear on that. Anyway, we are cruising above hills and trees and as we clear a hill, we drop into a valley where we slow down so much that Karen and I fall out and land on our butts with no injuries whatsoever.
I look over at her and we both make sure we are OK. We could see the plane crash in the distance, leaving a black plume to mark its denouement.
We decided to head to the plane in the distance but soon find ourselves ankle-deep and sinking in quicksand. There was a brilliant emerald-green breasted hawk that had flown and perched on a bamboo shoot.
“Oh what the hell did you just do?” He was a very dominant bird and for some reason I snapped to, feeling like a little kid.
Then he winked at Karen and flew over to her shoulder. He leaned over and whispered something in her ear, causing her to chuckle.
Karen said something to the hawk and easily pulled herself out of the quagmire.
She didn’t even look dirty.
“I’ll get you out of there,” he said nonchalantly.
I felt a little relieved as the quicksand was now up to my knees. I struggled to get higher and out of the sinking sand.
“Jump dumbass!” That little piece-of-shit bird was starting to piss me off.
I was starting to panic.
I was going down.
“I said jump dumbass!”
I’m gonna strangle the little son-of-a-bitch.
I managed to grab a stringy little reed to cling to as I strained and pushed with all my might, I mean every fiber of my being type of shit here. I managed to get an inch or two and I grabbed on to the smallest of hopes.
I was able to get somewhat horizontal and rolled to the edge of the sand.
I gasped with appreciation when I felt solid ground below me.
I turned my head in the direction of none other than the hawk.
He didn’t move.
Neither did I.
I reached out to grab the bird and show him exactly how funny his little stunts were.
Off he flew, and I swear he was laughing.
”I told you I’d get you outta there.”
We walked for what seemed like five miles until we saw the first of the bodies, still burning.
The sweet, sickly smell of death was everywhere.
Then I woke up.
Told you it was weird.
The Pineapple Kush at 32% THC didn’t hurt either.