Dreams

No, I'm not talking about the Van Halen song, although it is one of their best and one of the first songs I bought on Itunes. I'm talking about the things that happen in your sleep. I seldom remember any of my dreams... not sure I actually have them much. About once a quarter I remember one though and I had a doosie the other night. Obviously details are vague, and the linkages are subject to random dreamdom but here's the short of it.

I was on a trip in some form, might have been my trip to Utah and we were returning home. On the way home we stopped off to spend the night at Tony Dungy's place. Evidently he lives on a large lake and before we went to the house we were hanging out by the lake with a bunch of other lake residents. There was something going on down there, they were sorta having an HOA meeting or something but for whatever reason I started walking up the road to go back to the house which was a mile or more away. On the way a shuttle started coming up behind me, like the ones at the Kings' Island parking lot. I think Burgdorf was on it and as it came closer I realized Tony Dungy was driving it, and it wasn't exactly a shuttle, but a fighter jet. How sweet!!! Dungy is not only a great coach but he has a fighter jet that he taxis around his lake giving people rides. As I boarded on the back of the plane I noticed other fighter jets flying around, at abnormally slow speeds. Evidently it was some sort of fighter jet lake community.

Once we got to Dungy's house we checked it out but then he showed us that he has kept all of his clothes in the Mayflower moving truck out on the street because he figures at any minute he might lose his job and have to move. I think I am still suffering from the loss of Marchibroda back in the 90s.