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Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Old Fools Journal: Sailing in My Dreams

When I awoke this morning I was lying naked on the pale blue deck looking up at a full dirty white mainsail and spinnaker. They were set for a broad reach, the sea was a calm dark blue and we seemed to be sliding along through the air between heaven and sea. The only sound was the swish of the hull knifing through the water. The sun was high and islands were barely visible in the distance but they were familiar so I knew where we were. My last recollection was a light conversation with a very blond very naked slim young lady in which she was telling me I was crazy. Looking around I saw her there and she was smiling that big toothy smile backed by those laughing clear blue eyes belying the heartache she would bring.........then I woke up for real. (Based on a real happening)

At least that was better than a couple of days ago when I was driving my old ford pickup and I had lost my way somewhere between desperation and disillusionment.

6 comments:

Gunnar Berg said...

Between Desperation, Texas and Disillusionment, Louisiana?

Ben in Texas said...

I want some of that wacky weed you smoking to get those dreams !! Are you asleep when they come to you? :-)

PaddyAnne said...

In that dream, wasn't anyone wearing a kilt?

workbike said...

I really like the Mark Twain quotation at the top of that post: it's well in tune with the decisions we're making in our lives at the moment, many thanks...

Lord Wellbourne said...

Any dream that begins with waking up naked looking up at a clear blue sky through sails is a good one in my book! It's what happens next that's the kicker.

rlove2bike said...

Nothing wrong with being naked on a boat, now is there? Nobody is arguing that.