March 22 – Fireworks!

Fireworks! Way too close!
Dive left, get out of the way!
Woke on floor. Such dreams.

The rocket I had just lit tipped over and was aiming right at me when it launched.

I had to dive to the left to avoid being burned or worse.

Then I was sitting on the bedroom floor with my wife, Leslie, asking, ‘Are you okay?”

I had dove out of bed, hands held out and landed on my head.

I don’t remember any of that though my forehead has a bump that hurts.

But I can vividly describe the scene with the fireworks.

“to sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there’s the rub, for in this sleep of death what dreams may come?”
Hamlet Act 3 Scene 1