Know What Sucks…

When you have one of those really vivid dreams that seems like months pass. 

You actually go to sleep and wake up again and again in the dream.  It goes along just like your normal life.  It seems like you’re actually awake and it’s reality. 

Then all the sudden your normal reality turns to hell.  It goes from dream to nightmare and you don’t really know why.  You then continue living in hell for a couple months until you actually wake up.  The thing is, when you wake up you don’t know if you’re in the dream or reality.  You reach over and discover it was a nightmare and you hold just a little bit tighter not wanting to let go.  Afraid for some reason that this is the dream and not reality.

Yeah, last night was one of those nights.  Why can’t I have awesome dreams like this?

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About Barron

Barron is the owner, editor, and principal author at The Minuteman, a competitive shooter, and staff member for Boomershoot. Even in his free time he’s merging his love and knowledge of computers and technology with his love of firearms. He has a BS in electrical engineering from Washington State University. Immediately after college he went into work on embedded software and hardware for use in critical infrastructure. This included cryptographic communications equipment as well as command and control devices that were using that communications equipment. Since then he’s worked on just about everything ranging from toys, phones, other critical infrastructure, and even desktop applications. Doing everything from hardware system design, to software architecture, to actually writing software that makes your athletic band do its thing.

One Response to Know What Sucks…

  1. Lyle says:

    I got up to pee one night, and as I was walking across the living room I began to float up off the floor.  At that point I knew I was dreaming, but I couldn’t bring myself to look back at my sleeping body.    When I finally woke up, it took a while to realize I was still dreaming.  That’s only happened once.  Very strange.
    Once when I knew I was dreaming I tried to fly to the moon, but I couldn’t get much above the clouds– very odd– you’d think all barriers would be lifted.  I was able to rouse some horses, and to chase some sprites over the treetops at breakneck speed.  They got away as I was dodging some power lines.  Another time I flew from Idaho to Alaska, found an old high school buddy and did some real magic levitation tricks.  Some people would get really pissed off when I did real magic tricks, or flew in their presence, so I gave it up.  Come to think of it, it’s a lot like how socialists get pissed off at capitalists.  If one man can fly and the others can’t, well, GET HIM!  But that was before I ever thought much about this stuff.