2 New Strange Dreams

First one, an onion was coming into ACI and I was at the nomination meeting for officers.   The second I was a vampire.  I met another vampire and he moved far away.  His servant came to me after his master was killed by a vampire hunter and I killed the servant.  Tying up loose ends? Sent from Yahoo Mail on Android

NDD

The noon day demon is often much worse on Sunday nights.   A full week of widget making looms before me.  As a result, Sunday's have become a time of bitter reflection and job postings reading.   It's a time of anxiety and irritability.  A claustrophobic sense of shortness of time sets in.  This is accompanied by an urgent sense of unfinished tasks to attend to.  In this time of reflection, I always come face to face with self judgement regarding personal worth in relation to my contribution to society.  I used to be so proud of the fact that William means defender. Sent from Yahoo Mail on Android

To Sleep, Perhaps More Dreams

Yet another strange dream, yet again I have failed to write it down before I've forgotten most of it.  I remember that a big truck flipped over.  I entered the cap and there were two people, a man and a woman I believe.  The man was dead.  I didn't want to get involved this time, like the car crash on the highway that I was on.  I didn't want to go through it again.

Why?

I was over at my brother Paul's place after I dropped Cindy off at work.  He was watching Captain America II and I watched it with him.  I don't watch movies much anymore.  I find them a waste of time, not that I don't waste time in other ways; but, they are a dedicated block of time.  I especially hate movies like this, as they make me realize lost potential and failed dreams.  I had a visit from the noon day demon.  Then, on the way home, I saw an old man sitting on his walker/stool watching the kids swimming at the Lyon's pool.  I thought he might be lonely, nostalgic.  I drove on.  I started thinking that I should stop and talk to him, make small talk, get to know him.  I thought that it was a strange thought to have and I'd likely scare the crap out of him.  Then I started to analyze it and over think it.  I thought that the chances of me doing that are slim, out of character.  "I won't do that," I thought.  That's not me.  "I've done something spontaneous like this before," I thought, when I played catch with total strangers at the river; but, I love baseball and that's different. I thought I'd scare the old man if I walked up and started talking to him.  I won't do it anyway, it's not the way I'm hard wired.  So, I turned around, almost all the way home.  I found myself hoping he wasn't there when I got back.  I thought about the stories his life held.  Maybe he was a soldier, maybe a corporate executive.  Maybe he was a factory worker.  Maybe I was being led by The Spirit.  I started to rehearse how I would approach him, body language, word choice, so as not to alarm him.  I got there and he was gone.   Why had it happened?  Then I started to think of my action and the ripples, like a non temporal Butterfly Effect.  What would this cause or what would I miss?  Where might I be for something or not be?  Was there still a reason?  The noon day demon returned on the ride home again.  I thought of blogging it all.  I've heard that if you can question your sanity, you're safe.  I'm going to have a beer; I think too much.

Diego

Despite all it's ups and downs, I've had a better life than Diego.  I haven't had more opportunities.   I've just made better choices. Sent from Yahoo Mail on Android

Dreams

Two more nights,  two more strange dreams.  I dreamt that I was part of a black ops team in one.  I was sent back in time to infiltrate my own unit on the farm, as myself a la Quantum Leap.  In the second it was confusing as to who I was due to third person perspective,  the serial killer I was hunting or a member of the FBI's BAU.  My dreams are so vivid and seem so real.  Although I never killed anybody,  so I must have been the agent.   Strangly, there was a lot of Kung Fu fighting. Sent from Yahoo Mail on Android

Mature

I've done some terrible things.  I've done lots of bad stuff.  I've done some pretty stupid things.  The difference between me and Diego is that, if you want to provide a good life, at some point you have to stop doing stupid $h1t. Sent from Yahoo Mail on Android