Thursday, December 27, 2012

Last Nights Dream

Well, it is a two-fer and the dreams aren't even from last night.
Since I am the one posting here, and you are the one casually stopping by for whatever reason you do, these post titles will exist to fit my needs, solely...


Yeah, had one of those vague observer dreams, like I do.
It was sorta like a documentary, with some folks escaping from Nazi Germany, during the war.
No real indication why the folks were on the run, other than the fact that they were surrounded by goddamned Nazi's, which seems reason enough for me.  Right?
Anyway, there were maps, you know, like they show during war documentaries.  Maps with arrows that sweep across countries and all of that.  Very official.
At one point, the folks on the lam used one of those Kettnekraftrad things as a vehicle.  There was a demonstration as to how, with careful maneuvering, our characters of interest were able to conceal their movements in the tank tracks of German heavy armor and what what you.
Of course, it wasn't actually based on any facts, so there you are...
That's it.
All I have to say about it, because it was a dream and that's where it stopped.

(As a side note, you really have to appreciate that Germany thought enough of a motorcycle/half-track to actually not just make a prototype, but make a whole bunch of the things.  That is a genuine crazy-person vehicle, right there.  Like actual insanity style crazy, but obviously a bunch of people had to be mad enough to deliver such a machine.  Which is crazy)


There was another one that was all about me and KVC tooling around in a sailboat.
Very nautical.
The boat only had a steering wheel below deck, in the cabin.  Vision was fairly obscured, as only thin slot windows were available on the sides.  No forward visibility, really, what with the sails and sloping deck and all.
But we were happily sailing about in the ocean, with me steering and KVC shouting which way to go.
There were some close calls with a pier and sorta sailing through a swimming area.  There were folks shouting and gesturing that perhaps I should tack to another course, I recall.
The water was very blue, startlingly blue, what I could see out of the tiny slot of a window.  A lovely blue.
I remember thinking that the whole steering set up seemed less than ideal, given the operational necessities of piloting a boat.
Driving around a boat, not really knowing what the deal is with boat driving was the thing.


That's what I got.
There you go...

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