Bizarre
Strange things of late. While biking on Saturday I destroyed my derailleur. Turned it completely upside down, I've never seen anything like it. Earlier in the day my handle bar caught the edge of a tree on my way down a hill so I bit it pretty hard and banged up my right leg. The fall probably weakened the metal but it was still a strange sight. Today I could only give one unit of platelets because my platelet count was low, probably because my body used them to clot the bleeding on my leg. I thought that was interesting. Otherwise I'm in great health, my blood pressure was excellent, I had a fabulous iron count, and my heartbeat was slow and steady. I starting taking Omega-3 fatty acids a few weeks ago and I already have seen an improvement in my health. I also exercise daily but I'm confident that both are contributing to my improvement.
I've had a poetry dream last week. The entire dream was a voice reciting poetry, while a constant stream of images illustrated the poems. Some of it I knew, but I think most of it was new. I only remembered six lines after I woke up. I scrambled to get down as much as I could but the poetry flew from my head. When I read over what I had written I recognized the lines as part of a poem one of my friends had written.
Another one of my dreams I discovered a truth about life, and renounced eating the flesh of animals. The idea of eating meat became repugnant to me. I knew I would never eat meat again. I wept because I had been so monstrous in the past, having eaten many thousands of animals. When I woke up I was starving and I went down stairs and ate three pieces of turkey. It was the only thing that sounded good.
I almost hit three bikers driving back to Grand Blanc one night. I was on a back road going from Farmington to GB at about one in the morning. I noticed that there was something obscuring the lights from housed just off the road. It could have been a tree or a mailbox but I thought it was a little too close to the road so I slowed down. Headlamps from car coming the other direction also had slightly distorted look to them but I couldn't figure it out. Then I saw a flash of a reflector and knew it was bikers in the middle of the street and slammed on my breaks. Anti-lock breaks engaged and the bikers who were on slightly off to the right of the center of the lane slowed down and cut across to the left, basically right in front of me. They were all wearing black hoodies and jeans and none of them had helmets. Stupid fuckers. They did nothing to save themselves. The only thing that saved their lives was the countless hours engineers spent on making bikes visible and making cars stop. Thank god I listened to my instincts too. If I hadn't slowed down (I was doing the speed limit before I slowed down) I would have hit them. I can only assume what they were doing riding in the middle of the street at one in the morning dressed in dark clothing. My best guess is that they were drunk and didn't want to drive home, or they had a death wish. Whatever, no harm no foul I guess.
Some other stuff happened too, but I'll post that later.
I've had a poetry dream last week. The entire dream was a voice reciting poetry, while a constant stream of images illustrated the poems. Some of it I knew, but I think most of it was new. I only remembered six lines after I woke up. I scrambled to get down as much as I could but the poetry flew from my head. When I read over what I had written I recognized the lines as part of a poem one of my friends had written.
Another one of my dreams I discovered a truth about life, and renounced eating the flesh of animals. The idea of eating meat became repugnant to me. I knew I would never eat meat again. I wept because I had been so monstrous in the past, having eaten many thousands of animals. When I woke up I was starving and I went down stairs and ate three pieces of turkey. It was the only thing that sounded good.
I almost hit three bikers driving back to Grand Blanc one night. I was on a back road going from Farmington to GB at about one in the morning. I noticed that there was something obscuring the lights from housed just off the road. It could have been a tree or a mailbox but I thought it was a little too close to the road so I slowed down. Headlamps from car coming the other direction also had slightly distorted look to them but I couldn't figure it out. Then I saw a flash of a reflector and knew it was bikers in the middle of the street and slammed on my breaks. Anti-lock breaks engaged and the bikers who were on slightly off to the right of the center of the lane slowed down and cut across to the left, basically right in front of me. They were all wearing black hoodies and jeans and none of them had helmets. Stupid fuckers. They did nothing to save themselves. The only thing that saved their lives was the countless hours engineers spent on making bikes visible and making cars stop. Thank god I listened to my instincts too. If I hadn't slowed down (I was doing the speed limit before I slowed down) I would have hit them. I can only assume what they were doing riding in the middle of the street at one in the morning dressed in dark clothing. My best guess is that they were drunk and didn't want to drive home, or they had a death wish. Whatever, no harm no foul I guess.
Some other stuff happened too, but I'll post that later.