The other night I dreamed that there was an army of evil… somethings headed right for me. Like a swarm of marching insects, they inexorably crept onward like a slow-moving river. I stood before it with a sword; I shouted out a challenge to it in defiance. I felt no fear of the army, strangely; what I did fear… was its captain. Who might this fearsome general of darkness be? 

None other than my mother-in-law! Wearing her light-colored, pleasant summer clothing, no less. I think she was unarmed, too, and smiling. She probably had a tray of coffees and desserts, which would have been in character.

Many of my dreams are simply mash-ups of things that occur in my day. Phyllis and I had sat on the banks of the Sandy River the other day, watching the kids play. And, last night, I watched some show on the History Channel (why, oh why don’t I get that in hi-def? ) about the cultural and religious influences of Star Wars. In particular - I realize now - there was a cool scene showing historical references, such as juxtaposing marching Nazis with white-armored Imperial Sturmtrüppen.

Why Phyllis was leading them, I have no idea. Perhaps there’s more to her than meets the eye…

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