I was once a super hero. Now I cower before a charging sea walrus. Great. Just great.
I used to dream about being a super hero taking on the world. I had hero power. I could win any duel against the forces of evil.
Last night I dreamed that a gigantic sea walrus chased me through a door. I slammed it shut and with his grey tusks he started punching a hole through a window. I was dead and I knew it.
What would Carl Jung say about that one? Holy cow, I’m getting old.
Posted In: Reflections and Spirituality, The Normal is Over Story
Normal Is Over. 
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