What do you get when you cross a recent trip to your childhood camp, the movie Public Enemies you just watched last night, and an overactive imagination?
I've always had an insanely vivid and unique dream life. I remember once in high school I had this dream that was so good that I willed myself to fall back to sleep against the shower wall to finish it before school started. I won't bore you with the details...but suffice it to say that it involved Kevin Costner, me babysitting his kids, a red jeep, and Scooby Doo. Seriously. :-)
I also remember one where the band room turned into the deck of a cruise ship...I know what you're thinking...how soon can you end this friendship you have with a seriously deranged individual.
So, today I found myself in such a fitful sleep in the early morning due to one crazy dream. I can't quite piece it all together but I was at some sort of campy-lodge-in-the-woods type of thing with a friend of mine. I think I was at least college age. There were four single beds in the great room...and later two more people joined us. Turns out I and one of the other people who joined us were secret FBI agents sent to quash whatever the nefarious doings were of our companions. Oh...man it was creepy...we had secret vehicle agreements with Tom Denchel Ford...there were secret documents I had to sleep with so he wouldn't see them. At one point there were dark and shadowy happenings in the middle of the night between the back door and the great room. Seriously...now that I re-read it I must be NUTS!
It was the type of dream where it kept waking me up but then I'd fall back to sleep so I could continue it. I can't even really remember how it ended. I don't think I as an agent was successful...but I do remember there being some resolution. Weird...
