When I was younger I was prone to impulsive acts.
Running in traffic, acting histrionic, etc. -
Last Night I dreamed that I had broken my leg and that I was hobbling about with crutches.
I was still jumping off of embankments and stuff like that.
It appeared as though I had not learned my lesson.
Those were the sorts of things I would have done during my Youth In Grande Vitesse.
The dream made me somewhat homesick and it also recalled several other dreams that I had several years ago. I wonder if, when I get older, my memories of the dreams will begin to blur into the memories of my waking life in Newtonian Space.