Paraplegia can be fun if approached with the right joie de vivre. Roll through the world with me.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
I had a dream. I had an awesome dream.
It is perhaps fitting that the night I renewed my commitment to writing, I had a fabulously detailed dream. In it, Adam Savage and Jamie Hyneman, TV’s “Mythbusters,” approached with the news they had developed a part-hovercraft, part-airboat specially designed to be wheelchair accessible.They added they wanted to film me and a group of my friends taking a water caravan of sorts down a river.
I assembled a group comprised of a great many “dream friends” – plus two actual friends (Ralph Shank and Emilie Pearl) to make the journey with me.I couldn’t tell you what the river was, but I know it was muddy and contained several stretches of rapids.
Though my craft was wheelchair accessible, my next memory is of sitting in it without my wheelchair … feeling an extraordinary sense of freedom as I drifted, then surged, down the river – always with my friends, and Adam and Jamie, beaming nearby.Then, it started to rain.
By this time, I was a drenched, muddy mess already, so the onset of showers didn’t dampen my mood.Quite the contrary: I opened my mouth and started to belt out Phil Collins’s “I Wish It Would Rain Down.”And my sailing companions sang the choral parts alongside me.And in that instant, I knew that, as the entire trip was being filmed, a video of my performance placed over the original instrumental track would soon appear on YouTube.
As I mentioned, the prevailing emotion I felt through the course of the dream was liberation.It was the perfect antidote for the funk I had been feeling for the day or so before (which I’ll write about soon).And is the case with all good dreams, it takes on an even more epic quality when remembered and shared.