I had a dream about running last night.  That’s crazy to me because it was so recently that I had so much difficulty walking at all.  To be fair, I definitely cannot run still.  I have started incorporating sprints in my walking routine in order to get and keep my heart rate up, and that doesn’t seem to bother me at all (other than my arms always getting tangled up with my earbud cords).  In my dream, I had attended a wedding at the Stillwater church of Christ building (because most dreams are set there) and afterwards I went for a short run, just down to Duck, then over past Husband, up to Boomer, left, then past McDonald’s, where I turned to run through the parking lot, then took Husband to the back entrance of the church, and back into the building.  The nature of the dream changed at this point, with me complimenting the weekly diet of someone I don’t know (a young man of about 20, blond, European accent of some sort), but I did say I am vegan so it isn’t perfect.  His diet was visibly 100% vegan, so I’m not sure what I found objectionable, but he started telling me about how lack of genetic diversity is seeds is a problem that farmers cannot ignore, and I told him “farming is a choice” and left him to whatever he was doing.  I spent a few minutes wandering the halls of the church feeling guilty for saying that, although the guy did not take any offense.  I ended up in the kitchen where a group was cooking some vegetables and wanted to add them to a package of vegan ground beef.  I suggested tofu, but said the ground beef would be good too.  I left the kitchen.  This dream is full of opinions.  I walked the main hallway that used to lead to the nursery back up to the foyer around to the hallway to the restrooms and meeting room, back into the kitchen at the end of the hall (there is no kitchen there in real life; that room was the multimedia room and later the main office for Rainbow Preschool.  I’m not sure how it is being used today).  When I got to the kitchen, I noticed the vegetables had been abandoned, left cooked in the pan.  so I picked up the pan to go find the guy to talk about what he could do it instead of just abandoning it.  I ended up in a large storage room, one wall wooden shelves with everything labeled.  Some of the labels were not facing out, which frustrated me because I had designed the room and expected people to put things away correctly.  Someone had followed me in and asked me if I thought the labels were so important, why were the small drawers near the door not labeled.  Those, I explained, contain sleeping birds, so they are facing the right way.  I pulled one out slightly, partially revealing a pigeon-sized orange peacock who squawked at me and I put him back into his little hiding spot before leaving the storage room.  I no longer had the pan, I was no longer running, the wedding guests had all left, so the dream had started to fall apart at that point.  I don’t remember anything that happened after that.

My point is, should I start running?  And I guess secondarily, should I genetically modify peafowl until I miniaturize them and I can get them to be orange?  Probably not that second one…

[Walk #44]