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Yesterday I managed headaches without using the migraine formulation containing caffeine and acetominophen. The latter is evil and dangerous, the former is an unnecessary stimulant.
My wife was out, I went to bed around 10 p.m. then woke at 1 a.m. because of a headache. Peed, said hello, and sat on the couch. I remembered how I sat next to Edna and she read from the Tao Te Ching and that helped me. I was getting into anxiety mode thinking how the pain isn't an aneurysm, nor a stroke, nor a tumor burgeoning at its calcified cell.
Nope. It's parasites. Probably from eating bad sushi ages ago. Maybe at one time I ate undercooked pork and didn't notice. They're eating me alive, but I've yet to hit the singing 🎶 Daisy Bell 🎶 level. I realized this was foolish and set about meditating.
Wife interrupted my meditation with a started "HUHHHH" for whatever reason. Told her I was meditating, she was mollified and went to bed. I stayed out there listening to my breaths, measuring my breaths, cycling my breaths (nose, mouth, nose mouth, rinse, later, repeat) in hopes of stumbling towards samadhi. I became aware of the pains in my body. Something in my back curving under my right scapula was hurting but I told myself I can contain and fix it. I focused on my posture and if my head was on straight. It is, to the best of my ability.
I think I fell asleep, but woke up again to continue the process. Eventually concluding I was okay and it was time for bed.
I slept a good sleep. I dreamt there was a storefront or a meeting place where they had three black flags. In my mind, I kept calling them Esperanto flags. I realized something about this place was letting me sleep without waking up with a start. I felt at ease in the dream and in waking life at the same time without disrupting the dream. I was able to choose certain words and they healed me.
Scenes shifted, vignettes opened and concluded, and I was on a very neat and new boardwalk. Neat in the clean sense. I was with my wife and Edna. The sun was shining high overhead. The surf was quiet facilitating my hearing a nearby buzz. Looking down I found a large beetle about the size of a fist trundling next to the curb. I reached down, made pincers with my thumb and index finger to lift the creature for closer examination. The legs resembled a tarantula's without the fur. The beetle's carapace was covered by a boxy set of armor. The head had a strange helmet and sticking out from the rear was a hypodermic needle which vibrated, the buzzing which caught my attention. Startled, I dropped the beetle and considered my actions before picking up the beetle once more. I found another ambling across the street, so I picked up that creature and returned to the boardwalk. Wifey and Edna led me to a building with a glass façade, the kind of building which would house a merry-go-round. I remember inside was full of pink light. Real PKD/Valis pink light. Amidst the light was a gallery of strange gadgets dangling from the ceiling. Far from bare metal machines with gears and grease, these were smooth and sleek pods which alternatively felt like plastic and metal. Very futuristic for the early 21st century. They were ominous yet full of opportunity.
I did go back outside, found a very long aquarium with pine chips lining the floor. I placed the two strange beetles in there, swiftly replacing the metal mesh top and securing it with bricks at opposite corners. I was scared, or being overly cautious. Is there a difference?
Those bits were the most vivid. There were other vignettes about the house which hosted my apartment in Colorado being transported to some oneiric shoreline. People coming and going. Leah's 97 year old grandfather staring at nothing, eyes conveying fear and acceptance, while talking to an unseen figure with the tacit assumption Thanatos was negotiating with him. Also there was a very tall woman. Not Slenderwoman. HWP tall.
My wife was out, I went to bed around 10 p.m. then woke at 1 a.m. because of a headache. Peed, said hello, and sat on the couch. I remembered how I sat next to Edna and she read from the Tao Te Ching and that helped me. I was getting into anxiety mode thinking how the pain isn't an aneurysm, nor a stroke, nor a tumor burgeoning at its calcified cell.
Nope. It's parasites. Probably from eating bad sushi ages ago. Maybe at one time I ate undercooked pork and didn't notice. They're eating me alive, but I've yet to hit the singing 🎶 Daisy Bell 🎶 level. I realized this was foolish and set about meditating.
Wife interrupted my meditation with a started "HUHHHH" for whatever reason. Told her I was meditating, she was mollified and went to bed. I stayed out there listening to my breaths, measuring my breaths, cycling my breaths (nose, mouth, nose mouth, rinse, later, repeat) in hopes of stumbling towards samadhi. I became aware of the pains in my body. Something in my back curving under my right scapula was hurting but I told myself I can contain and fix it. I focused on my posture and if my head was on straight. It is, to the best of my ability.
I think I fell asleep, but woke up again to continue the process. Eventually concluding I was okay and it was time for bed.
I slept a good sleep. I dreamt there was a storefront or a meeting place where they had three black flags. In my mind, I kept calling them Esperanto flags. I realized something about this place was letting me sleep without waking up with a start. I felt at ease in the dream and in waking life at the same time without disrupting the dream. I was able to choose certain words and they healed me.
Scenes shifted, vignettes opened and concluded, and I was on a very neat and new boardwalk. Neat in the clean sense. I was with my wife and Edna. The sun was shining high overhead. The surf was quiet facilitating my hearing a nearby buzz. Looking down I found a large beetle about the size of a fist trundling next to the curb. I reached down, made pincers with my thumb and index finger to lift the creature for closer examination. The legs resembled a tarantula's without the fur. The beetle's carapace was covered by a boxy set of armor. The head had a strange helmet and sticking out from the rear was a hypodermic needle which vibrated, the buzzing which caught my attention. Startled, I dropped the beetle and considered my actions before picking up the beetle once more. I found another ambling across the street, so I picked up that creature and returned to the boardwalk. Wifey and Edna led me to a building with a glass façade, the kind of building which would house a merry-go-round. I remember inside was full of pink light. Real PKD/Valis pink light. Amidst the light was a gallery of strange gadgets dangling from the ceiling. Far from bare metal machines with gears and grease, these were smooth and sleek pods which alternatively felt like plastic and metal. Very futuristic for the early 21st century. They were ominous yet full of opportunity.
I did go back outside, found a very long aquarium with pine chips lining the floor. I placed the two strange beetles in there, swiftly replacing the metal mesh top and securing it with bricks at opposite corners. I was scared, or being overly cautious. Is there a difference?
Those bits were the most vivid. There were other vignettes about the house which hosted my apartment in Colorado being transported to some oneiric shoreline. People coming and going. Leah's 97 year old grandfather staring at nothing, eyes conveying fear and acceptance, while talking to an unseen figure with the tacit assumption Thanatos was negotiating with him. Also there was a very tall woman. Not Slenderwoman. HWP tall.