by Howly Wolf » Mon Mar 04, 2019 8:32 pm
Well, for all my questions about grovelers, I went the opposite direction and pulled the trigger on a Shuler 9'3 LB off the cleanline used rack. I've been interested in trying this shape for awhile and think it will click with my size and style, so glad I could find one at a good price. Optimistic it'll suit a wide variety of conditions, be it summer or winter.
But hey, can I get weird for a minute?
Although I've been scoping this board and considering the purchase for a few weeks now, I wasn't planning on buying it today. But something happened the other night though that led me to drop the coin. While I was sleeping in the back of my rig this weekend, I went into an intense state of sleep paralysis-- helicopter sounds, restraints, presences, FEAR. I was in my truck, but outside myself trying to scream myself awake and I called out this name that was totally random; no association to me whatsover and so out of the blue that I remember it distinctly. This craziness went on for however long, but eventually I came out the other side into a lucid dream involving sequences of primordial patterns that evolved into the interior of a mansion. At that point, my mind cleared and willed myself to fly. Did not end up above some earthly terrain though, no man, I saw "Heaven"-- a straight up infinite blue plane criss-crossed in a grid of with white lines and populated by cupids, alive but stone still in various poses, exactly like what you'd see in a Renaissance painting. In the center of the planes was a fountain with an absolutely tranquil surface. I wish I had taken a closer look to see if it was perhaps a wave pool, but by that point I was quite sure I had died in my sleep. As I wondered this, all the cherubs in unison echo, "Are you dead or sleeping" and then I woke up.
Now, I mentioned lucid dreaming in another post not too long ago, but it's only happened to me a few times, so it floors me when it does. No matter how out of it my surf sessions were this weekend, I was extra stoked, humbled, and inspired-- but still a bit of a hard sell for a new surfboard. I left the shop after talking to the guys for a bit, telling them I'd think it over and call them if I wanted to buy it. As soon as I get to my car, however, my phone rings. It's a work call and I'm talking to this person and in passing they mention a restaurant. I ask what it's called and they tell me it's Stanford's Restaurant and Bar. Stanford was the name I was yelling in my sleep.
So, yeah, I'm into synchronicity and life is too short to not have a log in the quiver. Sorry for the tangent-- just a strange way to buy a board is all.
howl can be?