I do not remember my dreams very often, so it seems to be a rare occassion when I wake up remembering a specific dream. When that happens, my favorite dreams are ones where I have been flying.
Most of the time I fly by flapping my arms; as opposed to flying like Superman. I like those dreams, just flying around. Nice.
Last nite I had one that was a bit odd, but I seemed to enjoy almost as much as the flying dreams.
Last nite I dreamt that I was hopping about on a pogo stick! And not just little wimpy hops. I was hopping up about 20 feet in the air, and getting some air time while I was up there. It was great.
I even dreamed that I was hopping on the pogo stick at work, and considering that I work in a prison… I guess that is why they call it a dream.
I am not into the whole “what do dreams mean” thing, but I wonder why I was dreaming that I was on a pogo stick?
This is a picture of a guy (okay a kid) riding the Vurtego pogo stick. The description of this mama-jama is: “This is the pogo stick that set the world record for highest jump, and is capable of jumping more than 7′ in the air using an air compression spring that generates over 1,500 pounds of thrust, more than any pogo stick available. …. Tension is calibrated in relation to your weight and pogo skill level, and regular use can result in greater bone density and improved cardiovascular health.”
Okay so 7 feet is not 20 feet, but close enough for starters… Dreams do come true!!!!
Then I saw these videos:
I need to write Santa a letter!