I haven’t had a cool dream in long time, but I really enjoyed this one last night so I thought I would share it.

In my dream, I was some sort of army guy being chased down a mountainside through the woods. There were people chasing me, people I needed to shoot. About the time I realized I didn’t have a gun, I found a rifle hidden underneath some leaves. I ducked behind some rocks and aimed my rifle at my pursuers, but then realized I didn’t have any bullets. I kept moving down the mountainside and found some clips full of bullets sitting on a rock. That’s when I realized someone was helping me by leaving things lying around in the forest. This continued for a while. When I got hungry, someone left me food. When I got cold, someone left me a blanket.

When I got to the bottom of the mountain, I found a small cabin. I ducked inside and peeked out the window. At the top of the mountain I could see someone else running for their life. Somehow I knew they needed a rifle, so I ran back up the mountain and planted the rifle where that person would find it. Then I realized I hadn’t left any bullets, so I pulled out some clips and set them on a rock.

This continued all the way down the mountain until I realized that the person coming down the mountain was also me — another “me”. A “me” before me had been the one to leave all those things out for me to find, and now it was my job to help the next “me” down the mountain — and, no doubt, that “me” would then return the favor for the “me” after that.

I have no idea what this means. Wait, yes I do. It means no more huffing paint before bed.