Living A Dream
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The flatfish was delicious. Steffani said she thought it tasted similar to red herring but since neither of them had ever tasted red herring, it was difficult for Derrel to make the comparison. The coconut looking item was filled with a milky liquid that looked similar to coconut juice but tasted like a citrus drink. There was a huge log near the edge of the clearing and while Steffani was cooking breakfast, Derrel had rolled the log near their supplies. This gave them a backrest facing the ocean and had accented breakfast with the unbelievable scenery. “It really is beautiful here,” Steffani said with a smile. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to help pick. I really thought it was a dream.” “If you think about it,” she said kindly, “it really is. We both love our work but hate our boss. We both love hiking and climbing. We both wished we could go off into the woods and never have to come back.” Derrel leaned to his wife and gave her a gentle kiss. “Okay,” Steffani said politely, now that they had finished breakfast, “next thing on your agenda, after you kill something with fat on it, is to invent a refrigerator.” “You bet,” Derrel said confidently, “I was thinking that tomorrow I’d build a power plant, so it only stands to reason that the refrigerator would come next.” “Don’t be an ass,” she said plainly, “I meant what do we do with the leftovers.” “We could toss them out into the woods and hope some giant meat-eating creature wanders by.” “I’m still wearing my gun,” she mentioned casually. “I’m trying to say I don’t know either,” Derrel admitted grudgingly, “fish spoils fairly quick,” he added as he took Steffani’s plate and turned towards the camping supplies. He turned with the plates in his left hand and was resting his elbows on the log, looking for a place to set the plates when his eyes caught something he hadn’t expected, and he froze! Standing on the other side of the camping supplies, near the far edge of the clearing, was a man…sort of! He was at least eight feet tall and was huge…Arnold Schwarzenegger huge! He had a solemn look on his face and his huge powerful arms were folded across his chest…all four of them!! He was a dark shade of green on his torso with the color fading to a light brown at his feet, exactly matching the color of the sand. The only feature that didn’t perfectly blend with his immediate surroundings was his eyes. They were a stunning yellow with the exception of the black pupil. “Hi,” Darrel said hesitantly to the giant being. “Who’re you talking to,” Steffani asked as she turned around and also faced the gigantic being, “hi,” she said softly, raising a gentle hand. “I already tried that,” Derrel said as he slowly shifted his right hand to his 357, just in case.
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What if…? You had a really cool dream that three aliens had visited you in your bedroom. What if…? The aliens told you that they were going to take you and your spouse to a new world where you would pioneer it and become the dominant species of life. What if…? You awakened the next morning and found out that it wasn’t a dream!!!
About the Author
Raised in a small town in eastern Colorado, he still believes in the old way of life, respect others, work hard, and try to keep a smile on your face. Having joined the Navy just out of high school, he’s been a construction worker, a police officer, a windmill repairman and now an over the road truck driver… but always the dreamer. He found early in life, that dreaming allowed him to escape the realities of life and relax from the stress it caused. As an over the road truck driver, he found himself with an abundance of time for dreaming and decided to put that time to use as an author. Armed with a laptop computer (at the insistence of his children) he began putting stories into book form for others to read. Still working as an over the road truck driver, he travels the country seeing the beauty of the United States. He enjoys golf when he can and is currently attempting to play at least one game in every state. When not driving or playing golf, he spends his time with his adult children and of course, works on his books.