Things that go clomp in the night

Sometimes I think that I shouldn't eat curry too late before I go to bed... It tends to make me dream a lot but last night was more that normal.

It started out with me dreaming about a magician wanting to do a trick that involved the band Coldplay and cutting a dumpster in half... Which is strange because I really couldn't name a Coldplay song and how the heck do you cut a dumpster in half without a torch...

Anyways that isn't really what was weird about last night...

I know that when I sleep on my back that I have a tendency to sleep with my mouth open and when I do that I snore.... I know that I was sleeping with my mouth open, and likely snoring, because my mouth was dry but I was woken when I heard, and felt, my jaw being closed... This woke me up with a smile on my face because I figured my wife had had enough of the snoring and clomped my jaw shut... I opened my eyes only to see a dark figure over me that quickly stood up and made a hasty retreat around the back of the bed... Still thinking that it had to be my wife I looked over only to find her fast asleep, and no one else in the room... You know that you must have been snoring loudly when ghosts are getting you to stop...

Needless to say I had a little trouble falling to sleep after that... Man, I do have to cut back on the curry..

Trapped at 39,000 feet

Took a flight today from Vancouver to Calgary... It was a straight forward enough flight but there was one big problem... There was a person in my direct vicinity that was suffering from extreme flatulence. Now generally when someone has gas to that level it is pretty much just air, not this person. This person must of had a great big dish of goose and turkey guts for supper, I mean the cloud produced could strip paint...

Now in a normal world you can walk around away from ground zero but on a plane you are trapped in that tin can, which is not only completely enclosed, it recirculates the aforementioned noxious cloud. Just when the cloud was finally dissipating the person would launch another bomb.

I'm not sure if this person had no sense of smell, no sphincter control, no sense of shame, or was a fart bearing sadist... The only thing I thank god for was that flight was only an hour...

Angels

It has been a couple of years since my father passed away, I was with him the day he died and had the opportunity to speak to him for quite a while that day. I want to document something that happened that day so I don't forget it or have it's memory clouded by my own aging...

Dad passed away when he was 85, while is body was failing him, his mind was strong, so I would not attribute any of what he said to his failing health.

Dad told me of a very recurring dream that he was having... In that dream, three people would approach him and talk with him, but the odd thing was he could never clearly see their faces, but as the days went on, there were times he said almost could recognize them. I should note that a couple of times in the previous days he almost lost his battle but was revived by the hospital staff.

My question is: Were these people angels, or people sent to guide his path to great unknown?

If they were guides, were these people that he knew that had passed before him that came to guide his journey? Why was there three? Is there a significance to that number? I wonder who it might be?

I like to think, I like to hope, that when dad passed away he could clearly see the faces of those people and he happily crossed over to the other side with joy in his heart.

I hope they were angels... I miss him, I hope he is happy, eating sunflower seeds and watching a baseball game somewhere...