I have a lot of dreams. A lot. Nearly all of the time they involve me being killed, me killing someone else, me being chased, or me chasing.
There's an old tale that if you die in your dreams you die in life.
I've been killed so many times in so many ways I can't remember them all.
A couple of weeks ago, I had a dream where Mrs CN and I were walking down a street in Redondo Beach, CA. We stopped at a traffic light. The ocean, the beach that she's come to love so much since my daughter chose a school out there, so far away. Mrs CN said something to me, then turned and stepped into the street, where she was hit by a car at a high rate of speed. I woke up on impact.
I went back to sleep.
In the next one, I fell into a hole. It's 12-15 feet deep, round, sloped at a 20-30 degree angle, like an inverted cone. When I try to climb out, the sides collapse as if trying to climb up sand. Something is throwing sand at me and both cause me to tumble back to the bottom. I continue to try until my strength is gone. I die there.
The next couple days I kept thinking that I'd seen this somewhere before.
Then I remembered.
It's the antlion.
The antlion is a tiny little insect that builds traps into the ground similar to the hole I described above. They're not 15-feet deep, though, because if they were that would be one hellacious beast that would be part of all mankind's nightmares.
They capture those little red and black ants you find... oh, in Western Nebraska, where I grew up. Rather than me describe them, watch this wonderful video from National Geographic.
(Key phrase in video: "Suck The Life Juices".... perhaps a phrase that we might use more often around here.)
I used to find the holes when I was a kid. I'd watch them for action (and they say that Nebraska football is so popular in my home state because there's nothing else to do - HA!).
One time I took a tiny little red ant and threw it in one (and nothing happened, but that doesn't fit the story, so I'm going to lie here) and then watched as the antlion did its work.
Then I took a Hot Wheel and ran it back and forth over the hole, completely destroying it, and I assume the antlion along with it.
Antlion - Master of Its Universe?
Not when you're a giant seven-year old kid in Western Nebraska. I was the master of the universe then, Hot Wheels and all.
Years later, I have a dream where I fall into a hole and the antlion (I presume) gets me. The universe is getting its revenge.
(It should came as no surprise that I was a hellion as a child. It's no wonder I have all these dreams now. I can only imagine what the toads will do to me. They have not come yet.)
Over the weekend, the flagship columnists for the old media in the state published articles (linked below) that basically asked the question, "Should Nebraska have joined the Big Ten?", because that's the time of year it is.
Neither mention Tom Osborne.
Have a wonderful week.
Here's some links... kind of. I'm still trying to get my laptop (shit) together.
Shatel: Big Ten’s rise can be a boon for Nebraska - Omaha.com: Big Red Today - Husker Football News, Schedules And Videos
It was five years ago, on June 11, when history hit Lincoln, Nebraska, like a twister. At a morning regents meeting, NU left the Big 12. A few hours later, Big Ten commish Jim Delany stepped out from behind the curtain with an offer we couldn’t refuse. Nebraskans celebrated that day. Remember? Are you still celebrating?
Steven M. Sipple: After rough year, Eichorst says NU has 'room for improvement' : Latest Husker News
Our tally is in the form of average finish in Big Ten competition. No, it's not pretty for the Huskers, who wound up 11th in the 14-school conference with an average of 7.29, ahead of only Purdue, Indiana and Rutgers and far behind leader Ohio State.
Dispatches From Champaign: May 31 - D1Baseball.com
Sean Murphy and Wright State won twice Sunday to reach the regional final against Illinois. Michael Baumann examines an emotional day in Champaign.