To sleep or not to sleep, book writing and dreams

And now for something completely different.

I can't sleep at night. I think I know why but I still can't fix it. I probably need one of those breathing masks, actually I know I do because I spent $2,000 for them to tell me I do. But, I can't bring myself to get one. First of all, it's another $2,000 and secondly, wearing one makes me look like Dr. Hannibal Lector. What's worse, it make me feel like him.
When I don't sleep well, I have strange dreams. I mean really strange dreams. No I don't dream of ABBA songs, which would really be strange, but my dreams border on bizarre. I won't go into most of them, but I will tell of one I had recently.

I was fishing on the famous Arnett canal just where it meets the old Colorado River. I was on one side of the canal fishing and my father was in a small boat with a small outboard motor entering into the canal from the river and starting to go up the canal. He stopped to pick up a young man, (I don't know who he was), who wanted to water ski. It seemed odd because the motor was so small and so was the boat, but Howard wanted to help him and he proceeded to let him water ski behind the boat. They didn't get very far up the canal when for some reason Howard beached the little boat on the side of the canal and he got out to do something. The young man got out and waited for him to come back. I was watching this whole thing as I fished from the other side. The water level in the canal began to lower and the boat was completely out of the water at an angle on the side of the canal. Howard still wanted to take the young man water skiing so he got on a bulldozer and began to push the little boat down into the water. The incline was too steep and the bulldozer began to tip over back over front. I watched this with terror. I saw this whole thing unfold as I was on the other side of the canal and further down toward the river. In slow motion the bulldozer completely flipped over on my father and landed on him knocking him unconscious. Both he and the bulldozer were in the water with the bulldozer on top of Howard. I could see his white cowboy hat on his head which was pinned under the bulldozer as it was unexplainably floating up the canal toward the pump. The youth was frantic, but he could do nothing. I was terrified knowing there was nothing I could do. I thought of jumping in my truck and driving up the canal as fast as I could, but I knew I couldn't get to him quickly enough and that by the time I got there he would be dead. I just watched in horror as my unconscious father was pinned under a floating machine. I woke up quite disturbed. If dreams mean anything, I'd like to know what this one means. Where's Joseph with a colorful coat when you need him? By the way, this one is tame compared to most I have.

So, in response to Candy's response to my last blog entry.... geez, all I said was there are no guarantees in life. I wanted you to comment but I didn't want to read a Jane Austen novel (just kidding, I have to mention when I'm joking now, because heaven forbid if I hurt Lacy's feelings). Also, if I'd known you knew who I was talking about, I'd have disguised things a little more. Cliff called me today to see who it was I was talking about. He didn't know him. Incidentally, the bank he worked at for a long time (not really his bank, now it's a different bank - but same building, was robbed today). See there is justice in this life. Also, I'm writing a book now based on my experiences -- mostly in Blythe. It's called, "What they can't tell you in General Conference and why." Catchy title, huh? There will be a chapter on "Life according to Howard", including his Howardisms and another one called, "Why can't I have as deep of thoughts as my sister?" Also, one chapter is going to be titled, "Does God really want us all to be Mormon?"
I've got several more chapters I'm working on including, "Is Eternal progression linear or in 3D?"). If you have any chapter titles you'd like me to add, feel free to give submit them to me.
The book is approximately 2000 pages so far, but I'm working to edit it down to about 10 pages including pictures. I figure it will be a best seller, but I don't think Deseret Book will pick it up. I might have to self-publish it.