I guess it was putting together those images for the mosaic in my previous post that prompted it. Last night I dreamed I was back in track– back in the discus circle– and flinging that damn discus as far as I could! I started at the back of the circle and I performed an absolutely perfect spin. The discus left my hand as my feet were off the ground, dangling in mid air! I watched it fly through the air like a ufo. It landed on a house’s roof and bounced off. All those great emotions I used to feel were there, rushing back to me. It was a great dream. Maybe tomorrow I can dream about my love of shot put. The wet ground, the cold, muddy shot pressed against my neck… heaving that bitch as far as I could! OH GOD I LOVED THROWING!