Earlier this week I had a bizarre dream. I forget which night it was - I don’t really know (or care for that matter) what day it is now. In my dream I had a nosebleed. Not just a few drops but a torrent, almost as if something had burst inside my head. Apparently this is either a forewarning of danger, financial worries or a feeling of not being appreciated. I’m going to ignore the varying interpretations from the Internet and instead substitute my own metaphor of finally getting rid of some of the build up of thoughts from inside my head.
My transient insomnia returned last night which was really annoying. Various things were still going around inside my head but the one that is still there is the theme song from The Littlest Hobo.
Last night I stayed in less salubrious surroundings than the night before but they served their purpose. Most of today was spent in a similar fashion as yesterday’s weather from Mount Saint Helens but not nearly as severe and the mist actually added to the beauty of the bay vistas.
I stopped for a walk along the beach just outside Astoria in the far nicer Canon Beach (where the closing scenes of The Goonies were shot) before getting back into my (as yet unchristened) rental car and hitting the coast road down to Coos Bay. I’ve no idea where the name stems from - I haven’t spotted a single bovine since I got here a few hours ago.
The driving is going fine - I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed it actually. I am currently of the impression that cruise control is the best thing since July 7th 1928 (the debut of sliced bread) but the XM satellite radio is starting to annoy me. It’s a huge improvement on the FM transmissions here but the trees seem to be playing havoc with the signal. I have found the 80s and 90s stations though and consequently my voice is suffering a little from belting out song after song for a large part of the day. I guess it’s a good thing that I don’t sing professionally and also that I’m on my own in the car!
