Last night I had a strange vivid dream that I often do. But this one I feel has some significance that I feel it should be shared.

The dream began with me getting up and going for a walk. I remember being in a gloomy mood when I saw a kid about five or six walking down the street late at night. I recognized him as a runaway who has been missing for two days. He and his parents were on vacation camping in the woods when he ran away after complaining and wanting to go home. (My dreams are filled with detail). I felt a need to help this kid and get him to safety. I realized I could not just grab him and take him to safety les I find myself accused of kidnapping. So I walked and talked with the young one for a while. I couldn't convince him to come with me to the police. I had to do something quick as we were in a bad part of town. I finally asked when the last time he ate was and he said he was hungry. I convinced him to come with me and I would get him some Mickey D's.

We entered the McDonalds and they were just about the close. One employee was nearly done with mopping the dining area. I let the kid order while I turn to the lady with the mop and whispered to her to call 911 she didn't seem to hear me at first as she was staring at the kid. I nodded my head to confirm to her that it was the missing kid in the news. She nodded back and went in the kitchen. The Kid and I left the counter and I mentioned loudly that we were going to be in the dining area letting the lady on the phone with police know we were going to be staying. He dropped his Big Mac as he sat down (Which happen to me yesterday so of all the dream I know were at least one thing came from). I said hey at least the floor was just clean and picked it up.

As I sat down I came to a realization, an answer to my gloomy feeling I was experiencing at the beginning of the dream. It was that this could have been my purpose in life. This could be what I was meant to do. Maybe I was the chosen one for this. It was not just being at the right place at the right time, but having a good moral upbringing to do the right thing when the time came.

We know Star Wars has the chosen one of either Anakin or Luke depending on your certain point of view. One of them fulfills some great action that brings balance to the force and saves the galaxy. But I think we are all "Chosen Ones" and those moments do not have to be so grand. We do not have to save the world. It could just be enough to save the cheerleader who saves the world. It could be letting someone ahead of you in line at the bank or DMV who is in more of a hurry then you. It might just be as simple as being a good friend to the ones you have. I think in some way we are all George Baileys from It's a Wonderful Life not knowing the effects we have on the people around us.

Oh yeah how did the dream end well pretty much there as a group of old friends came in with homemade paintball guns asking me questions about games. So I became disillusioned and woke up. And if you made it this far I will tell you about another dream that IS SW related that I had early this week. I was redeployed to Afghanistan and based on the set of Geonosis. In the dream reality GL built a set for Geonosis in Afghanistan and had to abandon it for the war and I was based there in the dream. It was kind of cool walking around the arena.