Out Jogging!

I had a strange dream last night.

Not strange strange, but strange. Strange for me. Strange because it featured a smell.

I don’t often have dreams where I can smell anything. I don’t remember ever dreaming about something that I could smell.

I fly in my dreams… I can feel the wind, the rain, the temperatures, the hard landings. I can feel the excitement, the fear, the ‘knowing’, the ‘not knowing’, and the clarity and the confusion that comes in dreams. I can feel textures – the clothes I wear, the things I touch, the grass if I find myself sitting on a hillside. But never have I smelled anything that I can remember in a dream before.

The smell was one strange part. The other strange part was that my dream featured exercise. Now that REALLY is strange for me.

In my dream, I was out jogging. What’s funny, is that I can’t remember what I was wearing in this dream. I presume I was wearing something, for I don’t feel as though I was wearing nothing. Which is comforting to know, even though it was a dream. I may have the body of a Greek God, but it should always be kept under wraps, I feel.

So, I was out jogging, along the canal. The smell I was getting was the strange oily / tinny smell that comes from canal water. Well, the canal around here smells like that… I’m not entirely sure if every canal smells that way, but it was very strong in this dream!

It was also sunny. Very sunny. I was jogging for what seemed to be hours.

I was looking for a way to get onto the road, to continue jogging that way, but the gate I came across was locked. I’d actually already passed two other open gates, but hadn’t though back then that I wanted to get on to the road.

Eventually, I reached a place where I could get off the canal bank. I had to jog up a few steps, and then over the bridge to get onto the road.

Now, in real life this wouldn’t make any sense whatsoever, as I was already on the side of the canal that I would have needed to cross over the bridge to get to, but in dreams anything can happen. The smell of the canal was really strong at this point, and I’m wondering if the reason why it was so strong was due to the fact that reality didn’t quite add up here… the smell was keeping it real for me.

I jogged off the bridge, and turned left onto the road that ran alongside the canal, and jogged back the way I’d came. On the road, I felt very good in myself, I was taking faster steps, and very determined to get to where I was jogging to.

Where, is anyone’s guess!

I reached a junction in the road, feeling a whole lot better, fitter, and faster at the exact time my alarm woke me up this morning.

Time for me to get up.

But, I ached. How I ached!

It was as though I’d actually been jogging all night.

Exercise and I don’t really mix very well…