Last night I had the strangest dream . . .

I sailed away to China
In little row boat to find ya

Wrong dream.

I dreamt I awoke at 3:00 in the morning and ran 20 miles before sunrise. Isn’t that a ridiculous thing to dream?

It started blissfully. I was running along a quiet country road with my path lit by a full moon. The road was so deserted I could fearlessly run down the yellow centerline. It felt like the world was mine for the taking.

It ended in a bit of a nightmare. My quiet country road turned into a busy highway with evil, wild eyed commuters gleefully targeting the fool trying to run on the shoulder of the road, who was hobbling along trying to ignore the pain shooting down the side of his knee.

When the dream ended, I was happy to find myself safe and sound at home but drenched in sweat with my heart racing.

A very odd dream indeed, but I think I know what triggered it.

Drinking German beer on St. Patrick’s Day.

Happy Birthday WVR!