Droning on about Dreams and Drones

Drones being used to enhance law enforcement.
Drones being used to enhance law enforcement.

There is a word for it.

Must be.

Surreal?

Bizarre?

Weird?

Spooky?

Maybe that’s it.

Spooky.

What happened is stranger than fiction.

Because it started as fiction.

And then sorta morphed into . . .

Spooky.

Here’s the story of . . . the story:

Three weeks ago I sent along to Caleb and Linda Pirtle my next blog.

It was published on Caleb and Linda Pirtle two weeks ago.

It was a fictionalized piece about a made-up dream.

It was about drones.

Particularly about one specific drone – a drone which showed up over my backyard and spooked first the family dog, Max, and then me, the family fictionist.

Roger Summers
Roger Summers

I threw stones at the miniature drone, knocked it from the air, then fearful some military storm troopers and or angry local cops or high school or college science fair inventive type whom the drone might belong to would come gunning for me, I locked the drone inside my storage house and went to bed, hiding under the covers.

But then I bolted from bed – don’t folks in such a fix always bolt from bed? – and was relieved when it turned out it was nothing more than a nightmarish dream.

Not to worry.

It was fiction, remember?

Please, please believe me. It was fiction. Dreamed up in my alleged brain – which, my wife claims, is filled with all sorts of little characters she never heard of but which keep showing up and introducing themselves to her in my fiction.

But only hours after my drone story appeared on Caleb and Linda Pirtle, I was scanning online newspapers and came across a what’s this? story in my hometown newspaper.

It was a news story about a real drone that was the subject of a drone hunt near a lady’s house not too many miles from our house – as the crow flies, or, as we probably should start writing it these days, as the drone flies.

It freaked her out.

The idea of a small drone flying around her neighborhood space – with a camera attached – freaked her out.

Me too. Sorta.

The real drone in her neighborhood sounded something like the fictionalized drone of my nightmarish dream.

Uh-oh.

Do dreams really come true?

Had my make-believe drone become a real-life drone?

If so, do I have any culpability.

Should I call my lawyer?

I have the drone of my fictional dream still locked inside my storage house.

Maybe I should remove the drone from my property before the tough military guys and/or strong arm cops come and charge me with trying to hide reality behind fiction.

Maybe I should take my make-believe drone to some undisclosed location.

Perhaps voluntarily put myself in some sort of witness protection program.

Throw myself on the mercy of the court.

Because when my fiction starts coming true  – as it sort of seems to have done – surely I am in big, big trouble.

How-do-I-possibly-explain-this trouble?

How do I extricate myself from that?

Max, our fictional dog whose barking tipped me off to the fictional drone above our backyard, just ran and hid. Told me I am on my own on this one.

I think Max’s exact words were, “Don’t try to pull that man’s best friend stuff on me. You were the rock thrower.”

Scare me.

But this spooky episode has given me another story idea.

Gonna write one about another dream I had in which I win tens of millions of dollars in the lottery.

Then I’ll watch the local papers to see if my fictionalized dream once again has morphed into reality.

And a drone has come again to my house, this time to deliver my tens of millions in lottery winnings.

More on that soon as I get back from my lottery-financed ‘round the world trip.

But if you don’t hear back from me, just assume I still am asleep, still dreaming.

Either that or the military or police or private owner of the scary drone that I rocked out of the sky above my backyard has whisked me away, never to be heard from again.

And my droning on and on and on – fictionalized or real – has been silenced forever.

  Roger Summers is a journalist and essayist who spends time in Texas, New Mexico and England and in a world of curiosity and creativity. He is the author of The Day Camelot Came to Town and Heart Songs From a Washboard Road. He can be reached at [email protected]

Washboard Road

Please click the book cover to read more about the short story collection of Roger Summers, Heart Songs from a Washboard Road.

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