Had a really cool dream last night.
I was in an archery school. I broke two bow strings at an obstacle course. Pretty sure I willed the strings breaking.
It was the same weird moment of anxiety I have when I’m putting air in a vehicle’s tire: I suspect it’s going to blow up. Every time.
But yeah archery. It’s something that’s been on my list for a while. I think I’m just waiting to have a yard and my own space. I’ve always admired it – pretty much since I knew sling shots were a thing. They’re in the same hand-eye coordination weapon category.
Dream 2
In the another dream, I was a third party observer of a former fling time-traveling to confront me and her past/future self. It was in a really nice house: tall ceilings, white accents, hardwood floors. Can’t recall the young lady’s face or the subject of the quarrel, but I was able to interact with her when she left the nice house.
Yeah, hardwood floors is definitely something I dream about. Carpet is dated and harder to clean. And for what? So we can walk on something soft? That’s what the grass outside is for.
In conclusion, these were my dreams.