Building Badmitton

I have sort of a reputation for my crazy dreams, so I thought I'd start out my blog with the one from last night.

I was standing on top of a tall building over-looking a strange city.  On either side of this building there were two huge trampoline-type nets.  I was standing on this roof with my friend, Micah.  He came up with this idea of Building Badmitton.  He got a long, thick stick and put one of those plastic cage things from the end of a badmitton birdie on the end of it.  He threw it down to the net, it hit right in the middle and then perfectly floated over to the other one and bounced back and forth for a while.  

Then Micah left and I decided to try it.  Only then did I realize just how dangerous this little game was as we were playing high above cars, glass buildings, and pedestrians.  Well, I wasn't as good at it as Micah was and didn't hit the net in the right place and sent it sailing off into a park or something.  

Now that my "birdie" was gone, I decided to try jumping down and seeing if I could bounce back and forth with my body instead.  Obviously that was a bad idea, but I had to try!  

So, try I did.  I jumped down to the net, landed all wrong again, and was thrown the 20 or so feet to the ground.  

Two or three girls came to my rescue, one of them being a nurse from the hospital across the street.  I was too embarrassed to tell them what I had actually been doing so I made something up.  I don't remember the story I gave them, but they put me between them, with my arms around their shoulders and they walked me into the hospital. 

We were on our way to an X-ray room to see what kind of damage I'd done when the nurse was called away to a different room because they had a birthday in there and they needed her to sing.  (TGI Friday's style)  Once she was done in there, we started heading towards the X-ray room again, but she kept getting called away to sing.  

Finally annoyed enough with her lack of attentiveness, I convinced myself that my injuries were probably going to just heal on their own whether or not I knew what they were.  So I left the hospital still all broken and in pain and then I woke up.

What does it all mean?  Personally, I think it means my body wanted a break from snowboarding.  I've gone twice in the last 3 days and was contemplating going this morning.  I think my body was telling me not to.