I've been having some odd dreams - that is when I'm actually able to sleep.  Most nights are spent wrestling with thoughts of worry, panic, regret and fear.  It first began with the witching hour, but then bled into all hours of the night, reducing my nightly rest to a mere three hours.

But to the dreams, which is what you asked about.  All kinds ( Read more... )

I need to start writing more. I need to go back to the fundamentals of recording my life. There is something fundamentally sound about keeping a record that enables one to go back, re-read prior posts, nod in concurrence, and exclaim, "This guy really gets it!" I think that's the surest sign that you're writing for yourself and not someone else.

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I dreamt about a girl from my past last night. She was a girl I had known through elementary school and forgotten about within the final days of high school - I had no special connection to her aside from her being a single puzzle piece that marked a time long ago.

The dream was quite vivid, more vivid than most dreams but not quite as vivid as ( Read more... )

Dreams are such a peculiar endeavor.  At night the mind is bombarded with a strange mash of mostly incomprehensible images and sound.  Fleeting visions of nonsensical images and phantoms permeate the mind yet they only last for a brief moment as with the coming of the morning they are immediately forgotten ( Read more... )

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"I just find it so amazing that all three of us graduated from the same high school and moved to [Town]!  I mean, what are the chances?" I exclaimed in exuberance.  "Or maybe that's just what people do; maybe they simply graduate from our high school and move to this town!  It's nice enough; I don't see why they wouldn’t..." I continued on ( Read more... )

BUD
"And what do you want?"

DARIEN
"...a Turner, a perfect canary diamond... a Lear jet... world peace... the best of everything..."

I think I’m finally realizing what I want in the world.  Opposing that shy boy that hides within the confines of the classroom lies a very elegant and simple desire: the best of everything.

Somewhere between chatting it ( Read more... )

I realize now how much I've changed from who I used to be; nevertheless, just as new civilizations are built upon the remnants of old cultures of long past that have come before them, so am I built upon that which I once was.  The person I used to be hasn't completely fled, but rather taken refuge into the subconscious recess of my mind, ( Read more... )

     "Hi" I solemnly stated as my mind become paralyzed with the uncertainty of whether or not I had made the proper decision in excommunication.  Like all encounters with a beautiful woman, certainty was the first thing to leave.

"How are you" she stated back in the most monotonous tone I’ve ever heard.  The words themselves had lost all ( Read more... )

What exists beyond that of the human imagination?  Are those vivid images of those you meet within your dreams merely images conjured up by your own imagination?  Or are they of a different place, a different time...

Eternal Recurrence.

Throughout my life, I’ve constantly had the same half-dozen dreams that occur over and over - to the point ( Read more... )