Omnia mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis
“All things change, and we change with them.”

Please note that this blog spans a broad period of time. The intervening years have brought many things into my life, including divorce and remarriage. As such, some older posts reference a relationship which is no longer active. In context, however, the portrayal is accurate.

For many reasons, I have chosen to let entries such as this one remain in the overall continuity of the site.

My wife got up early and went to the gym. I went back to sleep and dreamt that my boss and I were staying out by the lake at a client’s place. I had Julia with me and he had his son.

We were sitting out on the deck in the afternoon, talking about work while the kids played. They were launching the space shuttle from an island in the middle of the lake and we called the kids up to watch.

Halfway up, it exploded and shot debris out all over and we had to run inside. I was very worried about Julia, because she had seen it happen and was upset. In the dream, I very clearly saw it come apart, section by section, like a stop motion film. Little bits rained down everywhere around us.

Then the dream did odd little dreamlike things: We were helping planes land by using kite string and guiding them to the ground. It was easier than it looked. The plume of smoke from the crash blacked out the sun and, since it was now night, we put the kids to bed. Stuff like that, dream things.

I just woke up a few minutes ago. I got up, started putting stuff away and cleaning house. Sandberg came home from the gym. I was thinking about coming down, and sending my boss an e-mail — “Stay out of my dreams, Steve” — and turned on the radio.

I was stripping sheets off the beds when they came on NPR to say that the space shuttle had broken up over Texas this morning while I’d been sleeping…