Zzz-running

I dream a lot. Not just of the day variety as my econ prof lulls me to sleep. Pretty much every night I dream. Most nights I will remember the fullness of one or two dreams, sometimes I will just remember the vagueness of a dream. As much as I run anymore, you would think that I would have a fair amount of running dreams, but I guess my subconscious isn't ready for me to be a runner yet. When I do have a dream in which I am running I am usually running after or from something/someone, it's very rarely a dream about me just out for a run.

There is one very specific exception to this trend. I can't recall when I had this dream, but it was within the past year or so. I was running through a city that may have been a village and it was autumn. For one of those unknown dream reasons I knew I was in Germany. I was waving to people, I ran over a small stone bridge, it was beautiful. Then I made a turn up a hill and it was winter. I was running through the woods, through the snow. Sound familiar? Yeah, and this was well before I had ever considered the idea of trail running. I am hoping and praying that this is some sort of prophetic dream, because trail running in Germany would kind of be amazing for me [I heart Germany]. It would truly be a dream come true, which sounds cheesy, but it really does work on both levels. I might not be able to fall asleep for a while just thinking about what it would be like to take a lap around Eibsee, maybe maybe up into the foothills in the shadow of Zugspitze. Sigh. Other things that I am excited about right now: watching the new episode of Heroes in the library tomorrow, rumors that the WGA strike is over and broomball on Saturday. Goodness. you have my love.