In little row boat to find ya
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.
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!