Dreams, and I don't mean those dreams we have for our future life, are strange messages sent by our subconcious minds in an attempt to communicate with our sleeping conscious minds. The problem is, our conscious minds don't speak the same language. But it does make dreaming an interesting experience, at the least.
I don't always remember my dreams, and even with some of the bizarre ones, I only have a somewhat fuzzy recollection of the events that took place. Take last night, for instance.
I was being pursued by a couple of someones, whom I took to be some thugs of one kind or another. We ended up on a street bordered on one side by a forest of what must have been nut trees, I have no idea what kind. But suddenly, we, the thugs and I, are being pelted with nuts by a small army of tiny monkeys that are in the trees. The dream then goes a bit fuzzy, and the next thing I know, one of the thugs is holding a gun on me, and we are in some kind of a trailer, or a house shaped like a trailer. I then throw a couple of the tiny monkeys (where I got them, well, let's just say that part is also kind of fuzzy) at the thug, who proceeds to get quite distracted. One of the monkeys gets under his clothes, and he starts doing a very good impression of someone with a severe tiny monkey infestation about his person. Time is very subjective while dreaming, but let's say a minute or two later, the monkey climbs out of his mouth. After which, it seems I made my escape. Probably in the dream, but definitely from the dream, as I then woke up.
And so, what was my subconscious mind trying to tell me? When attacked by thugs I should look for the nearest tiny monkeys to throw? Or maybe, stay the hell away from any nut trees?
What was my subconscious mind doing while my conscious mind was learning English?!! Probably conceiving a plan to confuse and bewilder that rational part of my mind every night for my entire life. Sigh...
#!@% dreams...but boring they ain't...
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
Coming Soon to Your Town
A well-known line from an alien invasion movie (or was it a tv show?) was to watch the skies, keep watching the skies. (I know. Skies is a bit misleading since there is only one sky. I just like the sound of it.) And what does that have to do with the price of tea in China (an expression, friends, just an expression) ? Not a damn thing. But I've received warning that the future is close, and that future includes the flying of military drones within US borders. Just another reason to watch the skies. If you dance naked in front of your television set late at night, someone may be watching through a high tech camera flying well above you. Flying spy planes, and small ones at that. And remember, these little spy planes can carry missiles. Hmmm...How safe do you feel in your bed at night?
And yet, there's another reason to keep your eyes on the skies. Albert, whose been hibernating for a couple of months (he is a black bear, after all), became a bit restless recently. I think it's the weather. It hasn't been much of a winter. Anyway, he told me a story last night. It's a legend among the bears, that they originally came to this planet from space. The legend goes, that they were trying to escape from an extremely hostile race of aliens that were intent upon exterminating all other life forms wherever they found them. Most of the bears have forgotten this legend over time, according to Albert, who got it from an ancient bear he met down in Arkansas, or someplace down south. Because, of course, none of the original bears who escaped from their home planet are alive today. All that remains of the race of bears were born here, on this planet.
Dangerous times, my friends (as they all are, actually). If a drone doesn't shoot a missile into your living room because you flipped it off, it just might be possible that a homicidal race of aliens could stumble across our planet and wipe out all earthly life.
So, I believe I have brightened your day enough for the time being. But it might be in your best interest to keep watching the wide open space above your head. And, the next time you look up at the stars at night, make sure that they are unmoving, as good stars should be.
And yet, there's another reason to keep your eyes on the skies. Albert, whose been hibernating for a couple of months (he is a black bear, after all), became a bit restless recently. I think it's the weather. It hasn't been much of a winter. Anyway, he told me a story last night. It's a legend among the bears, that they originally came to this planet from space. The legend goes, that they were trying to escape from an extremely hostile race of aliens that were intent upon exterminating all other life forms wherever they found them. Most of the bears have forgotten this legend over time, according to Albert, who got it from an ancient bear he met down in Arkansas, or someplace down south. Because, of course, none of the original bears who escaped from their home planet are alive today. All that remains of the race of bears were born here, on this planet.
Dangerous times, my friends (as they all are, actually). If a drone doesn't shoot a missile into your living room because you flipped it off, it just might be possible that a homicidal race of aliens could stumble across our planet and wipe out all earthly life.
So, I believe I have brightened your day enough for the time being. But it might be in your best interest to keep watching the wide open space above your head. And, the next time you look up at the stars at night, make sure that they are unmoving, as good stars should be.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Going South
For something to go south is NOT a good thing. Unless you happen to be going to Disney Land from further north. So, when I say my cold went south, it means it got worse. But having learned from experience, I made an appointment with my Doctor as quickly as I could, and started antibiotic treatment right after. With the help of some strong cough syrup, I am able to get enough sleep to survive. I won't be jogging for at least a few more days, maybe longer, but I will live. And that seems to be a good thing.
During this period of illness, I have managed to do some reading, and to watch the last Harry Potter movie, Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Part II. Twice, in fact. Being laid up (recuperating) can make one (in this case, me) stir-crazy, but when one (again, me) doesn't feel well, and has no energy, going out to play is simply out of the question.
I did make it to the Library today, and had a truly marvelous time. Really. Although it took just about all the energy I had, I plan on doing it all over again tomorrow. God willing, and the creek don't rise (an expression). At least it's something to look forward to.
Anyhow, I reckon I'll live for another day. And when you come right down to it, what more can one ask? Ok, maybe a few good friends. And I have to tell you, without the wonderful friends I have (and probably don't deserve), life would be a much greater hardship.
To all my friends, thank you from the bottom of my heart.
During this period of illness, I have managed to do some reading, and to watch the last Harry Potter movie, Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Part II. Twice, in fact. Being laid up (recuperating) can make one (in this case, me) stir-crazy, but when one (again, me) doesn't feel well, and has no energy, going out to play is simply out of the question.
I did make it to the Library today, and had a truly marvelous time. Really. Although it took just about all the energy I had, I plan on doing it all over again tomorrow. God willing, and the creek don't rise (an expression). At least it's something to look forward to.
Anyhow, I reckon I'll live for another day. And when you come right down to it, what more can one ask? Ok, maybe a few good friends. And I have to tell you, without the wonderful friends I have (and probably don't deserve), life would be a much greater hardship.
To all my friends, thank you from the bottom of my heart.
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