I have a lot of dreams. A lot. Nearly all of the time they involve me being killed, me killing someone else, me being chased, or me chasing.
There's an old tale that if you die in your dreams you die in life.
I've been killed so many times in so many ways I can't remember them all.
A couple of weeks ago, I had a dream where Mrs CN and I were walking down a street in Redondo Beach, CA. We stopped at a traffic light. The ocean, the beach that she's come to love so much since my daughter chose a school out there, so far away.