24 May 08

24 May 08

Dream I had last night:
John MCCain was supposed to arrive at this church as a guest.
He was arriving in town via helicopter… Like 4 or 5
Of them, I saw in a line. I only saw the top of one behind some trees though., and it didn’t look like a helicopter to me, more like a UFO.

Okay, I was part of a church procession that was entering the lectern hall of a church. I think it was a catholic church because of the ornate decorations about and the clothing the priest was wearing. A couple of alter boys carried tall candles also.

I took a seat on a stage-like area at the front, facing the pews. Then, much to my surprise, the Rascal Flatts guys came and sat right next to me.

I figured they were going to sing as part of the church choir. I spoke to the lead singer who sat beside me… he was saying something about how he cant get away from “this” and pointed about at people with cameras sitting right in front of us, gawking and snapping pics.

I remember thinking how these rascal flats guys might be touched by the sermon that was going to be given, but we took a break. When we came back, Rascal Flatts didn’t return with everyone else. All that remained were their cowboy hats, which I thought was weird because those guys don’t usually wear cowboy hats, do they?

This is where the dream gets even stranger:

The next thing I know, the church interior is now a large auditorium with elevated seating, and I’m walking along looking for a CUT-V key on the floor. A CUT-V is what we called the army trucks we drove in the late 80’s and early ‘90s (The Chevy blazers and pick-ups whose keys were interchangeable).

So, For some reason unknown to me I began purposely falling down the stairs, knowing I wouldn’t get hurt. I felt like I had to make it look good though. I fell twice. The first time I only rolled a few feet. But the second time, I fell down, and down and down. When I stopped, I heard concerned people mumbling but I found that Key I was looking for and quickly picked it up.

I ran out side with it, along with some black guy (I didn’t know him). He pulled a device from his pocket, pushed a button and the lights began flashing on a red pick-up parked in the lot. It was fire engine red, and tricked out with chrome, and wide view mirrors. It had flashing emergency lights like those on “Walkier Texas Ranger’s Truck”. I got in the passenger side the other guy jumped behind the wheel. When he pushed the button, the button on the device, the truck also started.

We backed out of the spot and sped off down the road. I think we were going to save McCain.

Any way, I reached over and tried sliding the Cut-V key into the empty ignition switch hole, but it didn’t fit.

Then were hauling butt up and down hilly winding roads when suddenly we were in a snow area and the roads quickly became dangerous. We had to slow because the driving lanes were narrowed considerably by banks and the on-coming lane was almost entirely covered with snow and ice.

This is all I remember of this dream