I woke up this morning troubled by a dream and the insight it provided. Of course, morning is a loosely based term in my life, it was just before midnight. I know how I am going to die.
In my dream I was holding on to a thick cable stretched across a canyon. The odds of rescue were thin and letting go meant death. I was in a South American country, I don’t know why, and the cable provided the UHF signal for the country. Google it if you are not old enough to know what that is. There was a man on a small landing on a sheer cliff. He assured me that help was on the way, but it could be hours. After…
