The Raven's Roost

It's "warmer" today, and I'm going out for a short run soon. While 45 is warmer than 33, the difference feels quantitative rather than qualitative. In other words it's still cold as ass outside. But I dreamed about running last night and I just want to go.

( I actually remembered this one. )
I'm going to take another stab at reading The Count of Monte Cristo. I am stealing an idea from decemberthirty about "Tome of the Year," wherein one reads a large, ponderous tome of a book. I'd thought about re-reading War & Peace but I feel like I'd enjoy Dumas' hulking adventure novel if I can just get far enough into it. I dropped out last year while he was still setting up characters and plot lines because I felt like I couldn't keep track of what was going on. I still could probably use a "who's who" guide to keep everyone in line.

I am also considering filling out the formal application through the State of Florida to be a state park volunteer. Volunteering is a good way to get a foot in the door to be a park ranger, which would be a pretty awesome job. Even if I didn't, it would still be great to help out. And maybe get to pet a bear. Petting a bear is completely safe and nothing bad would ever happen to me.(I should maybe delete this if I want them to actually consider my application.)

It's getting to be about as warm as it's going to get, so I need to go run.

I rarely remember my dreams anymore, so having one that I can recall tends to stick with me. This is as much as I remember, and there's not much context so I'm just as confused by some of this as you may be.

I don't know why or what I'd done, but Fox told me he was obligated now to execute me. So I was putting some stuff in order before being put to death. I started worrying about it, though Fox didn't seem terribly upset, and I was flipping through an old notebook or journal type of thing.

In it I was reading about how these executions were mainly like a reset. Apparently I'd been killed several times already and regained a physical body as well as the thread of consciousness I'd had before and life went on. So it was more like a hiccup than an earth-shattering ending. The notebook seemed to be referring to at least four or five previous incidents like this. It made me feel better about it - almost upbeat.

The dream faded before it got to the actual execution part.