All Things Boles

The other night, I had a dream that I was in some sort of huge, open, really crowded office building.  Suddenly, this masked man on the second floor pulled out a gun and yelled, “Everybody get down on the ground and FREEZE!”.  I felt that horrible pure-terror chill run over my whole body.  I got ready to drop to the ground when I realized, “Oh shit!  I’m on an escalator!”  (mind you, it was more like one of those flat, moving sidewalk kind of things…but it was a ramp and was going up.  Work with me here.)

So there I was, attempting to flatten myself to this conveyor-type device and remain motionless so that this monster robber man would not shoot me dead.  The resulting motion was a sort of full body shimmy-squirm, as I desperately tried to stay in the same place so as not to draw attention to myself.  

Didn’t work.  

Got shot.

Truly frightening, but I woke up chuckling, all the same.  Because seriously, can’t you just picture that escalator wiggle move?  How does sleeping me come up with this stuff??