Power Lines. All cliches aside--this dream was whack.

I'm not the type of person that is going to blog about my dreams all the time.

But dammit if this one didn't get me in the thinkin' spot.

It's day time and I'm at my house and my ex wife shows up. She's saying something about lunch. I'm thinking, okay, what's for lunch?

Then she tells me her ex before me might drop by. A truck pulls up outside so we go out, but it's some maintenance guy from my work with a copy of some test he brought me that I had taken. I said, "Thank you."

He said, "It's getting dark."

I looked around and noticed it was dark. Then a car pulled up in the backyard of neighbors house. Sure enough my exes ex was in it. He had a little girl with him. They came into my yard. I said, "I said are we going to have to fight this out until someone dies?"

He said, "No. But she makes you love her, don't she?"

I said, "You bet."

While we were talking the girl with him had managed to throw her belt up in the power lines that weaved through an oak tree. Everyone was looking at me to do something. I proceeded through a chair up at the lines to dislodge the belt. It started to rain. Each time I chucked this chair in the air harder, the power lines connected to my neighbor's house shook violently.

I dislodged the belt with one final heave that knock the lines loose on my neighbor's house. The lines sparked and caught fire. So, in the rain I hopped the fence and filled buckets of rainwater from the ground to put out the fires while everyone watched.

I extinguished the fire and went back to my yard. I said to my ex, "He's drunk, and driving his kid around."

She said, "I know, and that's not his kid."

I woke shortly after and my whole body was sore like I had swam the Ohio.

Yeah, just a dream, but it means so much.

I'm sorry I couldn't spare you of the cliche symbols of fire and rain.