I Dream of You...Wish You Were Here

I went to sleep last night looking forward to dreaming of free flying across the land the way that people dream when we are children. When I was a child, I used to have these kinds of dreams. I had a special white shirt (in my waking life) with thin multicolored stripes on it almost like a pixie stick candy wrapper, the colorfully striped paper sticks with the sugar in it. In my dreams, I would put on this shirt and take to the skies, using my arms as wings.

Last night in a short dream I didn't dream about flying, but we are on a mountain road, winding our way around through some kind of canyon that was spotted with oak trees. We stopped, not sure of where we were going, but sure at the same time. We hiked down to a kind of boathouse near the river. Ned was there getting some boats ready, digging out some oars from some storage closets, getting us  lifejackets, whatever it was that we needed.  It was so wonderful to see him. He didn't stop from what he was doing to say much but he smiled and said a few mumbled words. 

I just stood there and watched him flurry around all the while telling him that he had actually died. I remember saying it to remind myself of that fact. He didn't seem to pay attention. I woke up shortly after that with a sense of calm happiness for having had him in my dream. I hope that I get to dream often and maybe that will help me look forward to sleep.

Thanks Logan for talking about dreams and for playing Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd on my dad's guitar. You really should get your own guitar again.

P.S.

I feel terrible that I am behind on the cookbook and t-shirt stuff, but July 7th (one month after Ned's birthday) is my deadline, so please be patient with me. Matt, thanks for the wristbands - Ned Superman Snyder wristbands are available too! I'll make a proper post when it isn't 3 in the morning!