My puzzling dream.

I had a dream tonight. Of destroying everything I ever created. Every word. Every thought. Every trace. All evidence. That I ever lived. Don’t know exactly. Why I was doing it. But I was armed. With a powerful leaf blower. All my written words and thoughts. Scattered on the ground. Like the leaves of autumn.  I was blowing them away. Into oblivion. I awakened. Annoyed. That I had not completed my task or mission. And here I am. In the dark of night. Pondering. About the significance. Of my puzzling dream. --Jim Broede