Again, you ask yourself... what does Gunfighter dream about on an early sunday morning? Well, even if you weren't asking... I'll share anyway.
I was standing in a field next to the local Wal-Mart... about 1/2 a mile from our house, talking to two other men about feral housecats keeping down the vermin population.
The scene shifts to the inside of a house, talking to my best friend from childhood, Oliver (note: I have only seen Oliver twice since 1981... the last time being 1990). Oliver and I were talking about the fact that he had just rigged a parachute especially for me... and that we should try it soon. I buckled the 'chute to my body, and the scene shifted again.
Now we are on some sort of platform... or a ramp of an airplane... Oliver said, "Let's go!" and we jumped. We weren't using a static line, so I had to pull the rip-cord myself. I pulled the wrong cord. Uh-oh. Learning which cord to pull while free-falling is bad. Very bad. The good thing is that I kept my cool. Just before impact I had a thought: "I'll slow down if I fly in cirlces!", So I put my arms out to the side and flew in circles (scene shift) around my own living room (no, I wasn't doing drugs last night... I was watching rugby). I stopped flying around my living room, and stood up, and then I woke up.
This was at about 0445 this morning.
NOTE: Oliver looked like he did in high school. I looked old and fat like I do now.