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Subject: Macrodactyl Part 1: Where do dreams come from?


Author:
Wes
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Date Posted: 12:19:52 05/06/16 Fri

Since Iím a writer by habit and hobby, the kind of dreams I have must be proof that I have an active imagination. For some reason I donít often remember dreams but the one I had recently stuck with me for some reason.

In the dream, I came to awareness as I was driving down a gravel country road through beautiful rolling summer countryside. You know how sometimes you sort of drive on automatic and donít remember actually doing the driving? It was sort of like that. The last memory I had was that I was driving southbound on a road like that, but I had no idea of where I was. Since the road was gravel, I reasoned that I couldnít be as far south as Ohio, since they pave most of the country roads down there.

After some thinking about it I figured that a highway I knew had to be off to my right somewhere, but there were no roads leading to the right, just obvious driveways, but there were roads heading left which didnít interest me. I just kept driving on south, wondering just where in the heck I was.

Eventually, I came out of some woodland and saw a lake in front of me. It was nicely blue on this summer day; I could see boats and rafts, with the usual collection of cottages along the lakeshore. The only problem was that I still had no idea of where I was.

I was pondering this when I saw a river tugboat come around the bend pushing a couple of barges. That made me realize that this wasnít a lake, it was a river -- too big to be the Maumee, and too blue and narrow to be the Ohio. I would have had to drive a long way to make it that far south, anyway.

For some reason I stopped the car and got out to take in the scene. I was looking at the lake when I saw something dark gray floating in the water, ducking itís neck under water to eat like a goose -- but that was no goose! It was the size of a cow, judging by a fishing boat not far away. Whatever it was, people didnít seem to pay it any mind.

I was thinking about going back to the car to get out the binoculars (I always have a set in the car with me) when the thing in the water spread its wings and lifted off. Without the binoculars I couldnít make out any details until it was above the horizon, and I could tell from the thingís silhouette that it was no goose -- it looked like a pterodactyl (I canít believe I spelled that correctly right out of my head, either!) I mean, it had the pterodactylís mostly flying wing configuration, with no tail to speak of.

I was still looking at the pterodactyl until it flew out of sight. Something weird was going on! I got back in the car, drove north for a ways, then east until I came on a little country restaurant Iíve stopped at in my dreams before. It hadnít been real before, but now it was. I didnít think I was asleep, since things had too much clarity. The only thing I could think of was that I must have driven through a time warp or some sort of gateway to an alternate world when I was zoned out (or maybe it was why I was zoned out.)

I could foresee all sorts of interesting new adventures and was eagerly anticipating them when my wifeís alarm clock woke me. She gets up two hours before I do; I usually sleep through it, but I didn't this time. Darn.

That was a fun dream and I would like to have enjoyed more of it. But it set me to thinking about things and contemplating possibilities, which we'll explore in the coming weeks.

-- Wes

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[> Subject: Re: Macrodactyl Part 1: Where do dreams come from?


Author:
Boyd Percy
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Date Posted: 17:07:23 05/07/16 Sat

>Since Iím a writer by habit and hobby, the kind of
>dreams I have must be proof that I have an active
>imagination. For some reason I donít often remember
>dreams but the one I had recently stuck with me for
>some reason.
>
>In the dream, I came to awareness as I was driving
>down a gravel country road through beautiful rolling
>summer countryside. You know how sometimes you sort of
>drive on automatic and donít remember actually doing
>the driving? It was sort of like that. The last memory
>I had was that I was driving southbound on a road like
>that, but I had no idea of where I was. Since the road
>was gravel, I reasoned that I couldnít be as far south
>as Ohio, since they pave most of the country roads
>down there.
>
>After some thinking about it I figured that a highway
>I knew had to be off to my right somewhere, but there
>were no roads leading to the right, just obvious
>driveways, but there were roads heading left which
>didnít interest me. I just kept driving on south,
>wondering just where in the heck I was.
>
>Eventually, I came out of some woodland and saw a lake
>in front of me. It was nicely blue on this summer day;
>I could see boats and rafts, with the usual collection
>of cottages along the lakeshore. The only problem was
>that I still had no idea of where I was.
>
>I was pondering this when I saw a river tugboat come
>around the bend pushing a couple of barges. That made
>me realize that this wasnít a lake, it was a river --
>too big to be the Maumee, and too blue and narrow to
>be the Ohio. I would have had to drive a long way to
>make it that far south, anyway.
>
>For some reason I stopped the car and got out to take
>in the scene. I was looking at the lake when I saw
>something dark gray floating in the water, ducking
>itís neck under water to eat like a goose -- but that
>was no goose! It was the size of a cow, judging by a
>fishing boat not far away. Whatever it was, people
>didnít seem to pay it any mind.
>
>I was thinking about going back to the car to get out
>the binoculars (I always have a set in the car with
>me) when the thing in the water spread its wings and
>lifted off. Without the binoculars I couldnít make out
>any details until it was above the horizon, and I
>could tell from the thingís silhouette that it was no
>goose -- it looked like a pterodactyl (I canít believe
>I spelled that correctly right out of my head,
>either!) I mean, it had the pterodactylís mostly
>flying wing configuration, with no tail to speak of.
>
>I was still looking at the pterodactyl until it flew
>out of sight. Something weird was going on! I got back
>in the car, drove north for a ways, then east until I
>came on a little country restaurant Iíve stopped at in
>my dreams before. It hadnít been real before, but now
>it was. I didnít think I was asleep, since things had
>too much clarity. The only thing I could think of was
>that I must have driven through a time warp or some
>sort of gateway to an alternate world when I was zoned
>out (or maybe it was why I was zoned out.)
>
>I could foresee all sorts of interesting new
>adventures and was eagerly anticipating them when my
>wifeís alarm clock woke me. She gets up two hours
>before I do; I usually sleep through it, but I didn't
>this time. Darn.
>
>That was a fun dream and I would like to have enjoyed
>more of it. But it set me to thinking about things and
>contemplating possibilities, which we'll explore in
>the coming weeks.
>
>-- Wes




Where do dreams come from: probably from eating beef and noodles too soon before going to bed.

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[> Subject: Re: Macrodactyl Part 1: Where do dreams come from?


Author:
K Pelle
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Date Posted: 01:43:04 05/10/16 Tue

>Since Iím a writer by habit and hobby, the kind of
>dreams I have must be proof that I have an active
>imagination. For some reason I donít often remember
>dreams but the one I had recently stuck with me for
>some reason.
>
>In the dream, I came to awareness as I was driving
>down a gravel country road through beautiful rolling
>summer countryside. You know how sometimes you sort of
>drive on automatic and donít remember actually doing
>the driving? It was sort of like that. The last memory
>I had was that I was driving southbound on a road like
>that, but I had no idea of where I was. Since the road
>was gravel, I reasoned that I couldnít be as far south
>as Ohio, since they pave most of the country roads
>down there.
>
>After some thinking about it I figured that a highway
>I knew had to be off to my right somewhere, but there
>were no roads leading to the right, just obvious
>driveways, but there were roads heading left which
>didnít interest me. I just kept driving on south,
>wondering just where in the heck I was.
>
>Eventually, I came out of some woodland and saw a lake
>in front of me. It was nicely blue on this summer day;
>I could see boats and rafts, with the usual collection
>of cottages along the lakeshore. The only problem was
>that I still had no idea of where I was.
>
>I was pondering this when I saw a river tugboat come
>around the bend pushing a couple of barges. That made
>me realize that this wasnít a lake, it was a river --
>too big to be the Maumee, and too blue and narrow to
>be the Ohio. I would have had to drive a long way to
>make it that far south, anyway.
>
>For some reason I stopped the car and got out to take
>in the scene. I was looking at the lake when I saw
>something dark gray floating in the water, ducking
>itís neck under water to eat like a goose -- but that
>was no goose! It was the size of a cow, judging by a
>fishing boat not far away. Whatever it was, people
>didnít seem to pay it any mind.
>
>I was thinking about going back to the car to get out
>the binoculars (I always have a set in the car with
>me) when the thing in the water spread its wings and
>lifted off. Without the binoculars I couldnít make out
>any details until it was above the horizon, and I
>could tell from the thingís silhouette that it was no
>goose -- it looked like a pterodactyl (I canít believe
>I spelled that correctly right out of my head,
>either!) I mean, it had the pterodactylís mostly
>flying wing configuration, with no tail to speak of.
>
>I was still looking at the pterodactyl until it flew
>out of sight. Something weird was going on! I got back
>in the car, drove north for a ways, then east until I
>came on a little country restaurant Iíve stopped at in
>my dreams before. It hadnít been real before, but now
>it was. I didnít think I was asleep, since things had
>too much clarity. The only thing I could think of was
>that I must have driven through a time warp or some
>sort of gateway to an alternate world when I was zoned
>out (or maybe it was why I was zoned out.)
>
>I could foresee all sorts of interesting new
>adventures and was eagerly anticipating them when my
>wifeís alarm clock woke me. She gets up two hours
>before I do; I usually sleep through it, but I didn't
>this time. Darn.
>
>That was a fun dream and I would like to have enjoyed
>more of it. But it set me to thinking about things and
>contemplating possibilities, which we'll explore in
>the coming weeks.
>
>-- Wes

I saw this and went "Hmm," where did I see that someone was writing a story about pterodactyls - aha I remember.

http://www.bbc.com/earth/story/20160506-the-biggest-animals-that-ever-flew-are-long-extinct

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