Dream Big

Generally speaking, I rarely remember my dreams, by the time I'm fully awake whatever was goin' on in there is gone, and it's always been that way.  But every once in a while one sticks, and I had one a couple of days ago that was pretty good.

In this dream, I won some kinda contest or something, and the prize was that I could have anything I wanted.  Anything in the whole world.  And what did I choose?  I chose to go snowboarding.  Yep.  Snowboarding.  So there I go, I'm hauling balls down a mountain, through this really narrow chute, just flying, impossibly fast, and I come around this corner and I'm in an ancient abandoned city, built right into the side of the mountain, half-collapsed buildings and broken statues and everything just whipping by at a thousand miles an hour.  

I get out of the city, and I get down the rest of the mountain, and at the bottom I slide right up to the front doors of a university.  And all these people, students and professors and whoever, they all start hollering at me for snowboarding through that old city, because they're worried that I've damaged the buildings and statues or whatever.  And I was like, hey dudes, tough shit, I won a contest that said I could do whatever I wanted, and this is what I chose, so y'all can suck it.

Then I woke up.  Pretty good dream, all told.  If all my dreams are like that, maybe I should try harder to remember them.