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I used to work for an aerospace company back in the 80’s and 90’s.

Last night I was back there, at my desk in the same building I used to be in, but the timeframe was modern day. For some reason there was no roof on the building, but at least it was a sunny day.

Along came a South Asian man walking along the aisle with his AK-47 shooting up the building and shooting as many people as he possibly could. To his left, to his right, constantly firing but with an arrogance that he was out for an afternoon stroll.

Of course we always had our weapons at our desks (?), so – after the initial shock wore off – I fired back and killed him.


Then the jet fighters came.
They swooped in low coming right at us, firing missile after missile at us, destroying the building and everything in it. Bodies and heaps of twisted metal were everywhere. The fighters continued to shower us with missiles, until eventually….

We all died.

There was a lot more happening, but this is all I remember this morning.


For those who have not read my ABOUT page, I suffer from acute back pain. Not just the lower back, not just the upper back, the entire back. I have been prescribed a number of narcotics, but I can’t always take these when pain is high, such as when I have to drive, or assemble a nuclear reactor, or pilot a space shuttle.

So I have been introduced to Amitriptyline. You can read the specs here, or I can sum it up for you. Originally released as an anti-depressant, it also can help with my “issues”.

– Relieves pain. Obviously, this applies to me.

– Helps with sleep. Because the pain is so high, I have problems sleeping.

– Reduces risk of migraines. Since I was 8, I have been getting migraines. Not so many the last two years (probably because I am already taking painkillers) but still I get the odd “doozy” (I’m not sure how that word is spelled)

– Anti-depressant. I am not depressed, but the constant pain does get me down.

– Not a narcotic. I can get repeat prescriptions without having to drive to the city to see my doctor.

So I have taken it the last few days and already I am sleeping better, haven’t had a migraine, and might be feeling less pain. I say “might” because I have been off work for the last two days which always helps.

It does take more time than what has passed so far to reach its full effect, but so far I am feeling positive about it. Time will tell.



(EDIT:  Now 5 days in and I must say the pain has been scaled back. One of the side effects is headaches, of which I am in day 4 now. Not a big deal, as they are just headaches, not migraines, so it’s not so bad.
I haven’t taken a narcotic in 3 days, which is pretty darn good.)

Last night I was at a beautiful island resort on the ocean. There were three-storey condos on rolling hills with narrow twisty walled roads and lush vegetation.

I was looking out my condo window to the patio, and I saw a former co-worker of mine. I hadn’t seen Elaine in years, so it was great to see her now standing outside my door. I have no idea why she was there, but I was very happy to see her, so I opened the patio door and greeted her. We talked about old times and caught up on each others lives.

We then decided to take a drive around the resort in Elaine’s crappy old Nissan Sentra. We drove around the twisty roads, catching up on life and talking about old times and old friends.

We crested a rise in the road, and as we came over the top, to our surprise the road was – GONE !  We were free-falling off the edge a cliff plunging toward the rocky ocean.

Somehow, we were out of the car, falling, falling, holding hands.  I assured Elaine that we will be fine, and all we have to do is dive into the ocean and we will surface in just a few seconds.

We both plunged to our deaths.

This one I have had numerous times. It starts out in my childhood home. As a kid I used to sit out front and watch airplanes landing at the nearby airport. They would fly right over our house, which is located in a quiet suburb, and the rear of the house backs onto a valley and a river. If you look in the distance from the front of the house, you could see the planes lining up, getting in position for the flight path to land.

In this nightmare, I am sitting out front watching the airplanes, just as I used to. Except at this time, I am an adult, in the present day.

All of a sudden one of the oncoming planes spins out of control, and crashes in a massive fireball just down the street. There are bodies and parts of bodies everywhere. Total mayhem. Then the next plane in line does the same thing, crashing just beyond the first one.
Then each of the oncoming planes drops paratroopers – nazi paratroopers . They are coming by the hundreds.
I run inside, watching out the kitchen window now. There is gunfire all around me, houses are being blown up. They are shooting at me, coming up the walkway. I am shooting back – sometimes the fighting is so close I am stabbing chests and slitting throats. I show no mercy.

As this is going on nazi tanks are coming from the valley behind the house. They are firing on the houses on our street, blowing them up and driving over them. A tank crashes through the back of the house. I am now in the basement, the tank is over me, and I attach some explosives to it. As it crashes through the front of the house, heading toward the street, it blows up. Screams of the crew can be heard. Good.
We fight all night – I kill dozens and dozens – in a merciless and unemotional frenzy. I sever heads and place them on sticks – still wearing their helmets – to warn the others to stay away or I will kill them all too.

After they have gained control I sneak around in the dark, killing each and every one of the guards by sneaking up on them and slitting their throats, or quickly twisting their heads and breaking their necks. No mercy.

I have been through this nightmare enough times to know where they are, and where they are going. With this advantage I can intercept them in their travel, or sneak up and kill them.
There is always lots of blood, and lots of guts. I usually win. In the few times I am about to die, I will wake up. Tired and exhausted from fighting all night long, the pain is very high.

It’s never a happy ending, whether I win or not.

Last night I learned to drive a nuclear submarine.
Not only was it my first crack at driving one of these things that has no windshield to see through, I was evading the nazi submarines who were closing in on us very quickly. A little bit stressful.
Not only was it my first crack at driving one of these things while the nazis are closing in on us, but Mr Molloy (grade 12 math teacher) was yelling at me and punching me in the shoulder. “You dunderhead!”

He was pissing me off, so, I’m sorry, I shot him five times. I couldn’t concentrate.

Eventually I crashed trying to steer through an underwater trench, and lay there under the twisted wreckage while we slowly drowned to death. My back was crushed so bad that my spine was sticking out.

That’s when I woke up. In pain. My back felt like my spine was sticking out.

Sorry, about wrecking the sub, killing every one on board, and shooting Mr. Molloy.


When I got home from work today, I was very tired, so I went and had a nap.
Then the aliens attacked.
Not your average “Hello we come in peace and want to explore your planet” aliens, but the ” AAAaaaaarggh we are going to kill and eat you all and destroy your planet!” aliens. Yeah, those ones.
They were like giant glow worms with massive teeth and fangs, and were killing everyone, either with their teeth, or they would just nuke everyone with their laser-powered eyeballs.
We fought for months – maybe years – and eventually came up with nuclear weapons to kill these planet-stealing aliens.
We were pretty happy that we had finally defeated them.
Back in our library (?) I went to a bookshelf and grabbed a book. Behind it was …
a baby glow worm alien with giant fangs.

Then I woke up.