That’s as good a title for this dream as any, I suppose, although all I was doing was trying to get to someplace just past the horizon. Why I needed to be there, I don’t know, but I was determined.
I seldom remember my dreams when I wake, and when I do it’s usually just an emotional memory, lacking details. I do recall that recently they have been either scary or upsetting, but what they consisted of I have no idea. This morning’s was different.
I don’t know if this dream was influenced by the book I recently read, Legacy, A Father’s Tale, or by my enjoyment of the television series Arrow, but I was apparently an archer. I was carrying a bow, a bit more modern than the one in the image above, and I was dressed in a manner that combined elements of modern clothing and this archer’s garb. I don’t remember having a quiver of bows on my back, however.
The journey takes place today, or very nearly so, and I’m trying to get from wherever I am, presumably Visalia, first to a point on the other side of Ivanhoe. But things are different.
I seldom remember my dreams. Unless I wake up during or immediately after, I just have no clue what they were about. I might recall that I had a dream, but not the details. I sometimes have a strange, fading image of something, and I feel like I knew everything about it just a moment before, but then it drops away, despite my attempts to remember, and is gone.
I’m not sure when I first became aware of them. That has to do with how I wake up most mornings. At some point I realize I’m awake, but I’m never quite sure just how long that’s been so. Once I noticed them, it seemed they had been there forever. But the thing is, they weren’t there yesterday. Not even last night. Now they were just there, and I wasn’t sure what to do about that. Early on, I wasn’t convinced they were really there at all.
JimmieJoe / KC6YRU 
Another crazy dream
August 12, 2014
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I usually don’t remember my dreams, but when I do, they tend to be really odd.
Here’s a recap of this morning’s random neuron firings.
For some reason, I’m going to Bakersfield to see a person who may have been some kind of University-level instructor or counselor. When I get to Bakersfield, I’m in a crowded downtown area, and having difficulty finding a place to park. I finally locate a vacant spot, and end up having to walk a great distance to find the place I’m supposed to be. When I locate the person I’ve supposedly made an appointment with, he says “that’s next week. I can’t see you know”. We do this in the middle of a large public space, indoors, like a large entry pavilion area. I follow him outside, still trying to figure out why he won’t see me, when some other man makes a comment about More
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