Night before last I had a rather odd dream.  I’ve thought about it for the last two days.  I often have very vivid dreams that have weird topics.  This was the first I’d had with this subject matter.

It started with my vacation ending.  I was going to take a ride to finish out the week on an up note before heading back to work.  I hopped on the motorcycle and headed off on a random ride.  I had only been on the road for a few minutes when I noticed a car following me.  At first, I figured the person was just headed the same direction I was going.  A half an hour passed and the car was still there.  I accelerated.  The driver of the car matched my pace.  I slowed down.  They kept their distance.  Hmmm.

I put up with this cat and mouse game for the next 15 minutes or so.  I then decided to test my thought that these people, whomever they were, were deliberately following me.  A last minute left turn.  A high speed run after topping a hill.  They kept pace but also kept their distance.  Not normally paranoid about such things, a chill was definitely running down my spine as they matched my maneuvers each time.

By this point, I had intentionally made my way to the Cook’s Forrest region where I was hoping I could take at vantage of my bike’s ability to handle twists and turns in an effort to elude them.  An hour plus into this game and I am no longer amused.  I bolted over the hill pushing the bike harder than I should for my experience level.  Down to the bottom of the hill and hard left just before the bridge across the river.  This would take me past the Ranger’s outpost.  Maybe they wouldn’t follow.  At best, I was far enough ahead that they probably didn’t catch my turn.  Heck, I barely caught it as the foot peg ground making the turn.  The weird part is I swear I felt the peg grinding and the bike shifting violently to keep traction.  I think I even stirred in my sleep.

I made my way down along the river.  The road here was twisty and I knew they would have to be close to see me.  I cut up a side road.  As my pace slowed to stay upright on the road that had now turned to gravel, I felt like I was being watched.  There was that chill again.   Something caught my eye up and to the left above the tree tops.  Too big to be a bird, yet no where near large enough to be a plane or helicopter, I was being watched.  I turned Maggie deeper into the canopy of the woods trying to find as much cover as could be had from the trees.

The road here was packed dirt and much easier to ride at speed than the earlier gravel coating.  I pushed the bike at every clearing to get back under cover of the trees.  As I peaked the top of the hill, I came to a large clearing ahead.   I cracked the throttle to try to cross the span of open field as quickly as possible.  I broke from the cover of the trees and crammed on the brakes, bringing Maggie to a sliding halt, fighting to keep her upright.  I realized that whomever this was pursuing me, they had the upper hand.  Hovering in front of me were two Blackhawk helicopters supported by three gunships a type of which I had never seen.  Their chain guns focusing directly at me.

One of the Blackhawks landed on the road in front of me.  The gunships flanked me on three sides.  The other Blackhawk maintained is relative position outside the circle.  Two men in black suits and sunglasses (Think movie type Secret Service) approached me.  They asked me to get in the helicopter.  I asked about my bike.  They said it would be taken care of.  One of the men motioned and a truck appeared out of the wooded cover opposite the direction from which I had come.  They had played me right into their hands.  I guess thats why I’m not a super spy.

We lifted from the road as I watched two men carefully load Maggie into the truck.  No other words were spoken.  Our Blackhawk turned and proceeded over the edge of the clearing followed by the second Blackhawk.  The gunships pulled into flanking positions.  I looked out at the river as we flew over the hills.  The dream faded.

At that point, Tink climbed up on my chest to wake me for breakfast.  I don’t know where they were taking me…  Why they were taking me for that matter.  It was very strange.  So strange, that I kept checking my mirrors as I road on Sunday.  Weird … huh?

~Cappy