|NOTE: This stern beauty is a old photo I found online. However, a vision like her sometimes drifts into my unconscience life (accident, I just noted this lady is a early cross dresser -- holy vaca).|
I´ve always had lots of dreams and it seems almost every night is a dream festival. Sometimes they are non-stop throughout the night. I know that. They rarely ever startle me and for the most part I rather enjoy the ride...trust me, I have gone where few have been (without the benefit of drugs).
Some of my dreams reoccur. For example, there is one scenario, even though the scenery changes each time, where I am constantly visiting homes and apartments (often in small seaside villages where I have never been) looking for the one that is my home. When I find it, I wake up before I have time to settle in! I have become familiar with homes, with decor, that I have never visited except in my dreams. On it goes, the nesterman in me on the move, looking for my very own home.
Perhaps in a previous life (or twelve) I have known various homes that are unfamilar to me in this life (I believe in past lives and I think I am a very old soul). Homes that I revisit with my very vivid imagination while sleeping. Who knows? Not me.
A previous shrink of mine said ¨dreams are interesting, but they don´t necessarily mean anything¨ so, I go along gladly for the ride into the great beyond.
Last night, around 3:00 A.M. (I awoke to let a dog out) I met a old messenger who comes to visit the inside of my head. She is a stern puritan minded lady who comes, from time to time, to tell me stuff! Rules of life as she would have them about the world according to her and what´s what and what´s not what! This squeaky clean lady is in charge of everyones worldwide propriety and gives brief lectures, like spoken power points, about what I ought do or not do (and you ought do and not do too).
Mil gracias (I'm sure).
Fascinating, of course, but I've always been a defiant sort of fellow, so I am not terribly impressed with her clipped when spoken minor diatribes. Last nights visit was notable only in the fact that she hadn´t visited and delivered her ¨in's and out's¨ for a while. Don´t misunderstand, I like her and all that, it's just that I find her a tad annoying. Maybe a tad annoying like I can be when I start in with my sermons advising a friend!
Ah, reality. It just takes some getting used to.
Have a great weekend.
(the birds are chirping and the sun is strong)