Recounting the confines of my resting mind. Coming right at you from last night's slumber:
The Crash:
Entering through the back door of an unfamiliar advertising agency, my coworker and I searched for a guy named Tim. We weaved through the office, pausing only momentarily for him to pull me into what would be his new office. He was so proud of it, and ran his hands boastfully along the mahogany desk. The office was spacious, clean and very corporate. It was exactly what he wanted.
But something didn't fit.
We left the same way we came - through the back door. We got into his car, and as he fired up the engine and put it in drive, we started rolling backwards. I yelled at him, "I told you not to park here; it's too steep!"
I had warned him, but he didn't listen.
Faster and faster, we shot down this mountain backwards and I close my eyes. I acknowledge that we're going to crash, and I close my eyes and brace myself.
Lying in a pool of my own blood and unsure of how mangled I might be, I looked around, waiting to move or crawl out. I didn't know how extensive the damage was, and I didn't want to know.
Sky driving:
I was trying to leave my sister's house, and the wind was blowing crazy hard. I sat in my tiny electric car in her driveway, and each time I tried to pull out, the wind would blow harder, pushing my car into the other cars in the driveway. I was powerless.
When I finally pulled away, I was weaving through teensy streets, around sharp corners and switchback-like hills. I came upon a bridge made of wood slats, and it shot straight up. Shifting down, I inched upward, struggling to reach the top. Once I crested the peak, I found myself thousands of feet in the sky. The road was partially supported by narrow metal tracks and partially supported by absolutely nothing. I kept driving, terrified as I approached each part of the road without support. And as I sped forward, I could see the whole city glimmering ahead of me. The bridge bent and curved, taking me past the city's attractions and skyscrapers. The whole view of Columbus presented itself in front of me and around each turn, I could see into family's windows and into their lives.
All I could think, was what a truly great, and amazing city it really was.
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Columbus IS an amazing city. Clearly you never really wanted to leave - I think your subconscious is telling you to move here!
Unless, of course, you are first killed in a car crash by your co-worker Tim!
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