I'm open to interpretations of this
dream. I have a deep attachment to fast food places, so it was a
disturbing dream. I was, however, wearing pants in this dream, which
is a pleasant change. It disappointed me that I wouldn't be in the
race. They are fun social events even though I don't have a chance of
winning anymore. Once upon a time my goal was to compete in the
Olympic Trials someday. Some people dream of winning the gold medal
or of just going to the Olympics. I tried to be a little more
realistic. I figured just be invited to compete in the trials would
be quite an honor. When I was a freshman in college I ran with a guy
that had been in the Olympic Trials so I thought I could do that,
too. I ended up getting injured my junior year which effectively
ended those thoughts. That year and this past one are pretty much
tied for being the worst two years of my life. But that's ok, because
I've bounced back from both of them. And while the Olympic Trials
look like an impossibility, I am still hoping for a call-up from the
Reds. 
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Dream
I had a vivid dream last night. I was
going to be in a six mile road run. I had just gotten there and I
assumed I was late, because there were singing the national anthem.
(Something they never do for road runs.) I remembered I forgot
something in my car and had to go back, so I jogged and found I was
lost. But I somehow ended up in line at a fast food place that was
right by the starting line. When I got up to the front there was a
really old guy that was waiting on me. He said here's your food. I
said I didn't order that. It was an enormous sandwich and had french
fries sticking out of the top of it. You would have to hold the
french fries with two hands to eat them and the sandwich was the size
of a chair. I said that I didn't even order that. He said the guy
ahead of me ordered it for me. What? I gave him some money and he was
trying to make change. Then he started throwing some of my money on
the floor. "What are you doing?", I said. He just laughed.
Then I heard the starting gun go off. Great. Then my dream ended. 
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