If I Actually Sleep, I Actually Dream

Snow Day on a Saturday = 10 hours of sleep.

 Apparently 10 hours of sleep =  Dream

I had a dream that I was going to see the Grand Canyon.   I parked on a trail and as I walked up the trail, I realized that I was on a compound.   A compound that I knew had been owned by an eccentric billionaire (ala Howard Hughes or something) that had been abandoned years ago.

The first thing I saw were the stables where two cowboys were doing rodeo tricks.   They said something to me but I didn't catch what they were saying.

 (If you were a fan of "Twin Peaks" this moment in the dream
was like this moment in the show.)

 

I walked on - past the abandoned mansion to the far end of the property.

There was a trailer overcome with vines and covered in graffiti.   I thought that was pretty interesting and it was at that point that I turned to find a child who was sad and alone.  

I scooped him (her?)  up and walked to the right where I came upon the ocean.   (Yes, the ocean at the Grand Canyon on the property of an eccentric billionaire.)

In the middle of the ocean was a Pier, stacked with old cars.

At that point,  I heard a helicopter and I looked up (with this lovely child in my arms)  to see that the helicopter was transporting something which it dropped on the Pier, causing the Pier to collapse and all the automobiles, including the aforementioned "something", to sink into the ocean.

It was then that I realized that the "something" that was dropped was My truck.   I knew this to be true because the truck was covered in jewels just like my cellphone.

I was very upset because my  computer was in the truck and I had several papers written on that computer.

But I was pretty happy about my new rescue child.  And she (he?) was happy with me.

Woke up.   

The End.

 sigh

Many people would not put their weird dreams on their blog.
I am not one of those people. 

“Yesterday's weirdness is tomorrow's reason why.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, The Curse of Lono