Joe Welsh's 137th dream

I'm at my family's summer cottage in the middle of summer. We're all swimming in the lake and basking in the sun, just enjoying the day.

Suddenly on the horizon there is a plane, but not an ordinary plane. Stapped underneath the plane is some sort of Zeppelin. As I try to get a better look at this weird plane/balloon combo it begins to come closer and I can hear the pilot on some sort of P.A. system. He is announcing that the plane is having trouble and will crash.

Oddly, this doesn't scare myself or anyone I'm with, we just watch as the craft crashes into the lake. I run into the water to try and save whoever is on the plane, but other people are already on the scene. This bothers me because I want to be the hero and now I can't be.

Anyway, the plane itself has sunk, but the zeppelin is afloat and is dragged back to shore. There is one survivor who emerges, a small towheaded boy who I'm pretty sure might be me 20 years ago. As I look over the boy I have the sudden realization that his name is Pi, but it's spelled 3.1415927. I'm suddenly very nervous and tell everyone that it clearly states in the Book of Revelation that when a blond boy named Pi is born unto the earth it means that soon armageddon is coming. Everyone seems to accept this but isn't too fazed. It's the end of the world as we know it and, well, they feel fine.

Instantly I'm back in my childhood home desperately searching for a Bible to prove my case. All I can find is Bible literary criticism by Eagleton and a copy of "The Book" (which is sort of like "The Bible for Dummies"). My father enters the room and tells me I'm crazy, everyone loves Pi (we've apparently adopted him) and everything will be fine. I got a strong sense that I will soon die and wake up.

Dag. I mean, dag. Right? Take a look at that one, science. I'm not a religious person and I've never read the Bible, but apparently a past version of myself will come to earth to destroy the human race in a prophecy fulfilling final blast of God's rage. Dag.