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Date Posted: 01:43:04 05/10/16 Tue
>Since I’m 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 don’t 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 don’t 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 couldn’t 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
>didn’t 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 wasn’t 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
>it’s 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
>didn’t 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 couldn’t make out
>any details until it was above the horizon, and I
>could tell from the thing’s silhouette that it was no
>goose -- it looked like a pterodactyl (I can’t believe
>I spelled that correctly right out of my head,
>either!) I mean, it had the pterodactyl’s 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 I’ve stopped at in
>my dreams before. It hadn’t been real before, but now
>it was. I didn’t 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
>wife’s 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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