Which means I’ll write whatever or write nothing. What I’m writing about today is the dream I had Thursday night.
I was in a house, and there were explosives or whatever set around the house to blow it down. I don’t know why the house was to be blown away, but, we all knew it was going to happen so we were prepared to leave the house. So, next I know, I’m in the shower (yeah, well, dreams are like that) and the funny thing I’m just realizing is that I think I was fully dressed — that’s the irony of dreams, for some dreams have you completely or partially nekkid in a crowd, but in the shower I’m dressed, huhn, anyway — and then KABLAOOOWIEEEEEEE! I’m blown to bits. No one came to tell me they were ready to destroy the house, and there I was in the shower! It was at the moment that the house blew that I felt myself blow – yes, I actually felt myself pull apart and dissolve and I actually thought "Oh shit, I’m blown up…" and "I" rushed out of what was my desintegrated body, still with my thoughts and my thoughts where, "Oh crap, I’m dead." At first I was a little upset, but, I had to just shrug it off and accept it. And, I was flying – thing is, I was a crappy flier, since I kept touching down to earth and having a hard time staying afloat – which really sucks; I mean, if you are going to be dead, the least you should be able to do is fly around all light and happy go lucky, but there I was, struggling to stay up, huhn…dang, something Freudian there, I’m sure…Carolina Chickadee and Doc will be snickling and giggling over THIS dream…huhn.
Well, thing is that made it weirder: There I was a ghost and I was suddenly in this place – like a (okay, this, too, is going to sound SOOOO Freudian) tunnel (don’t laugh dagumit!) and there was an alcove in the tunnel where I was standing, because there was another explosion and fire and smoke and destruction and chaos, and there I stood backed into this alcove so I wouldn’t …woulnd’t what? Die? I mean, I was already dead, and I’m thinking "You are a ghost, you are already dead, why does it matter if you are here or out there?" But, there I stood, watching as debris and smoke and fire flew by in a rush. If you’ve ever seen Independence Day, you’ll know what I mean – that tunnel where they cars go through and then the woman, her kid, and their dog jumped into that sort of room? except mine had no door. Anyway, that’s all I remember…huhn. Shrug.
What kind of dreams have you had recently? Do you dream? Do you remember them? Do you dream in color or do you know? Do you have nice dreams or are you a nightmare person?
Green Tip of The Day: Did you know that if you recycle certain items with the lids/caps still attached (like some drinking bottles) they can’t recycle them with the caps attached? See this article from Scientific American
Healthy Tip of the Day: If you do no other excerise: Walk. It’s simple, it’s no-cost, it’s good for you, and you just may discover something about yourself, your neighborhood (or elsewhere in your city), or about whomever you walk with. It builds muscle, it burns calories, it helps your heart, and as I said, it opens up the world to you with sight, sound, nature. Start small if you need to, and build up. Stretch after. Of course, always walk safely. Namaste.