A Dream. A Fiction.

A dream about a spy. A story about a bird, The sun in the sky.

Good Day Citizens,

I want to share this dream I had last night with all of you and a little fiction along the way as well to spice up the day.

It is called, A Dream.  A Fiction.

Have a wonderful day.

Earl

A Dream

A Fiction

It is Wednesday morning as I wake and while we all go falling mysteriously into the great cosmic nothingness at unfathomable speeds through space, being carried along on our home world Earth, by our sun and the gravitational forces we have all grown to know and love; off in a free fall, traveling at approximately 450,000 miles per hour through the void.

What?! Did you think the sun was just going to sit there like a weightless balloon, a pretty fixture hanging out in the sky, floating up there for your amusement?

The Sun's orbital speed around the Galaxy is: ~200 km/s (720,000 km/h, 450,000 mph).

Also: The sun has mass. It weighs a lot. How much is a lot? The sun is estimated to weigh 4,385,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 pounds.  (1,989,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 kg). That’s beyond our brain’s comprehension. This means the sun is as heavy as 330,060 Earths!

A 200 lb. person such as myself would weigh exactly 5,400 pounds (2,449 kg) on the sun! (That is if I don’t turn to toast first.)

Now back to the story: A Dream. A Fiction. I had a dream last night about a hero in a spy story. He escaped from his holding cell in the middle of the night. How did he escape you might ask? How should I know? I’m just the dreamer. Maybe he is related to Houdini. The guards woke up his captured female companion to grill her for information and to make her help in the search for the missing man.

The soldiers used proximity lightning shock wave equipment to expose the missing man and since he had turned invisible, their job just got a whole lot harder. Wow! Hard to believe isn’t it? Well, after all he is a spy and they are capable of doing magnificent things.

They also used sonic sound equipment to stop him in his tracks. His female friend said, “Stop!” “You could kill him!” “He is of no use to you dead!” One of the guards responded, “He has to die!” “He is invisible!”

I can’t help thinking about Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds, where Tippy Hedren is trapped in the room in the old seaside house with hundreds of demonic birds pecking her to death.  Rod Taylor, the other pecker, larger pecker, hero pecker, reaches behind the door and drags her out just in time. Wow! Not bad for an Australian actor!

Obviously that has nothing to do with the subject at hand but I kept my promise. I gave you an account of my dream and a fiction in between.