dreamwriter

had an odd dream last night... not odd as in bizarro things that would never happen in waking life, but odd in as in it was literal to the point of being pushy in its lesson-giving. in it, i shared a semi-ordinary but touching moment with a beloved friend (who is now dead IRL), and when the moment was over, he said "later, i will write about this moment, as i have all the others we've shared." damn. fine, i'll start writing again. my subconscious could've at least given me a pretty metaphor or some such. someone must've put an animal-magnet hex on my honda. my ownership of said car was delayed because a deer hit it-- wait, let me be clear: the driver stopped to successfully avoid a deer standing in the road, and then another deer came out of the dark and smashed into the side, causing thousands of dollars in damage. that was 6 months ago, almost to the day. yesterday, i was minding my own business driving down the road, and a bird slammed into my car. wtf?!? fortunately it hit at the best possible spot-- the mere few inches between hitting the windshield and coming through my open window-- and didn't do any damage-- but seriously. i've known many people who've hit an animal, or who've been hit by one. as a child i experienced an unusual sequence of events in which my folks' giant steel-bumpered blazer hit an almost equally giant buck at a dangerous curve, just seconds before a tiny car came around the corner-- had the other car hit the deer, the passengers would not likely have fared well, if they'd even lived-- so it's not as if i have some delusion that animals and cars don't occasionally come together in tragic ways. but how many cars have animals hurling towards them twice in the span of six months?