Oh, right, dreams.

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Three dreams last night.  In the first I had to shoot a man at a goodly distance, around 600 yards.  That isn't quite, to my mind, a sniper shot, and yet it is the beginning of a sniper distance.  Of course, that may depend upon what is being shot.  A .45 acp?  I suppose it might be possible.  I am not sure it would be lethal.  Though it might well not be a possible shot.  If it was, it would be a rather special shot.  In this dream, the shot was with a rifle.  I made the shot.

In the next dream, my mother, and some other family and friends, were driving in Iowa.  One of my cousins was following in his vehicle.  It got late, quickly.  And the weather closed in.  So we pulled into the parking lot of a place we knew.  When we woke in the morning it was as if everything had aged around us while we slept.  The highway looked as if it had not been repaired in a decade or more.  The businesses were all boarded up and shut down.  Without talking to us first, my cousin backed out of the lot and gunned it away.

There was another dream, an odd one.  I just can't remember it.  Odd that I would forget the last dream yet remember the two before it?  I almost forgot to write them though.  Nothing fancy with these.  All very short, and very lacking in detail.  I rarely have such dreams.  Oh well.  On to bed, I suppose.  Good night.