Usually my goals are completely unrelated to my dreams. This is because usually my dreams are horribly disturbing and completely unrealistic. Finding myself the last survivor of all-out biological warfare or stuck in the middle of pitched battle, while definitely not what I want to do, are not the kind of things I need to make a goal about. The other night, though, I had a dream that actually led to a goal. In this dream, I had been kidnapped by a homicidal maniac. I had already tried several ways of escaping, but none succeeded. My kidnapper told me that if I tried to escape again he would kill me. Then one of my friends sneaked into the house where I was being held and told me to run. I decided to try it, so I ran out of the house, but the kidnapper chased me. I was running as fast as I could, but I got tired and slowed down and he caught up with me. He was going to kill me, and then I woke up.
The upshot of this is that I'm going to take up running so I can run away from all the homicidal maniacs Provo is so well-known for.
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