Ominous return to dreams

... and not the greatest start to Christmas festivities.

I was at Girl Scout camp, or some such. I didn't recognize any of the girls I was with, but the ages were right (I even felt younger), in a place that felt - though didn't look - like Yosemite. We hiked along a trail that traversed a cliff face that looked out over the valley, and biked around the floor, and were out on the lake in boats, when I heard helicopters overhead and one of the teachers/troop leaders said, "Oh, no." Looking up, I saw what seemed more like black stealth planes, with red ribbons trailing back from the wings, and the teacher said, "Those are the (insert name of ominous badass militia/assassin group here)." So we started rowing for shore, and then black arrows started shooting down into the water. So we got out of our boats and swam under the water - not quite sure of the logic for this, but anyway. I'm swimming along the bottom of the lake and feel this pang in my left shoulder, and my arm won't move, and I smell and taste blood (I can smell 'cause I can breathe underwater when I swim). I look down to see this black arrow sticking out of my chest just above my heart. I will myself not to panic, because my heart beating faster will make me bleed faster. Then the teacher asks, "Sierra, are you all right?" (we can speak underwater, too), and I calmly turn to her so she can see the arrow. Her eyes get big as saucers and she says we have to get me out of the water so I don't bleed out. I muse darkly that trying to swim with my arm will also make me bleed faster, and then I wake up.

So, yeah.

If you pray, please pray extra special hard for Alan people flying today.

Ominous return to dreams

... and not the greatest start to Christmas festivities.

I was at Girl Scout camp, or some such. I didn't recognize any of the girls I was with, but the ages were right (I even felt younger), in a place that felt - though didn't look - like Yosemite. We hiked along a trail that traversed a cliff face that looked out over the valley, and biked around the floor, and were out on the lake in boats, when I heard helicopters overhead and one of the teachers/troop leaders said, "Oh, no." Looking up, I saw what seemed more like black stealth planes, with red ribbons trailing back from the wings, and the teacher said, "Those are the (insert name of ominous badass militia/assassin group here)." So we started rowing for shore, and then black arrows started shooting down into the water. So we got out of our boats and swam under the water - not quite sure of the logic for this, but anyway. I'm swimming along the bottom of the lake and feel this pang in my left shoulder, and my arm won't move, and I smell and taste blood (I can smell 'cause I can breathe underwater when I swim). I look down to see this black arrow sticking out of my chest just above my heart. I will myself not to panic, because my heart beating faster will make me bleed faster. Then the teacher asks, "Sierra, are you all right?" (we can speak underwater, too), and I calmly turn to her so she can see the arrow. Her eyes get big as saucers and she says we have to get me out of the water so I don't bleed out. I muse darkly that trying to swim with my arm will also make me bleed faster, and then I wake up.

So, yeah.

If you pray, please pray extra special hard for Alan people flying today.