DR ChasSmith's tale of his running dream awakened a memory, of sorts.
I have only had one running dream that I recall. I don't remember when it was, but it was likely during a period when I was actively going to a gym (maybe 10 years ago).
My dream was bucolic -- a very nice running path through groves of trees, and past playgrounds and ball fields. I remember being amazed at my stamina, at having gotten my second wind and really picking up my pace.
I got to a place where others had gathered to start their runs. I seem to have recognized these folks and stopped to speak with them.
Then I woke up, feeling a euphoria of accomplishment. It was as if I had actually been running.
Pondering this amazing thing for a while, I began wondering if I might have tapped into another "me", on a different plane of existence. An alternate universe, perhaps? I then felt a twinge of jealousy for the fitness of the other me and how easily running came to him.
Oh, well. Thanks, DR ChasSmith, for reviving the memory.
