I had a nightmare. I was driving down some back street at night
when a figure emerged from the shadows ahead of me. Without any warning the man drew a gun and
began firing. I took the only turn
available to me on my left. Immediately
after turning I was forced to take another—this one bringing me to a wall of
concrete rubble. I looked behind me to
see where my assailant was… and then I woke up.
This dream terrified me. I want so badly to leave my mark on this world
and if I have to make an early exit, I want to do so heroically. Nothing epic about being shot down in an
alley… It’s just… our lives are short enough as it is. Who or what would have the audacity to rob someone
of that brief shimmer in time—that chance to leave a lasting legacy? Gah, now I’m feeling even more rushed to try
and make it through my bucket list, which has 65 objectives (and counting). A lot of it requires money as there are very
few means to get around these days without it, but maybe I will find a couple
of loopholes down the way. I do like
looking for secret passages of sorts.
Moving right along to the
AmeriCorps portion of this entry, Chelsea thought the same thing I did
yesterday about chemical usage so we toned it down. We ended up needing to mix a little extra at
lunch, but we used up all of the chemical on things that needed spraying! Felt a little better about that. I also saw my first water snake on this
journey while fording a river. It swam
up and took a good look at me before scurrying off. Guess I don’t smell that good or something.
Well that about wraps up my day;
more spraying, better accuracy, and lots of walking along the highway. Oh, and uh, I may be sun burned. Good night all!
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