A Never Ending Dream

I had a never-ending dream last night. It seemed to start just before I fell asleep and ended when I woke up scarce hours later. Not a flying dream, but a purpose dream. Bounds of significance, leaping through the air, devoid of anything resembling joy, moving towards an objective. Towards… Towards a goal: a golden egg, a place of comfort, a solid foundation. With every leap came a fear of where to land next, vast swaths of night below. It was a terrifying dream, one that woke me suddenly and fully.

I’ve never done any real reading on the meaning of dreams. If I were to interpret it, I’d say I’m spending too much time focusing on the next goal and not on the experience of getting there. Too busy worrying about landing safely than enjoying the flight through the air. Not stopping to smell the proverbial roses.

Another interpretation could be a combination of factors from my day. Exercise, caffeine, and a late morning coupled with an early night, all combining together with recent amassed game playing that heavily made use of flying through the air. The dream could’ve been chemicals from the exercise, a light sleep pattern, and my mind assembling images and moments from my games into a cohesive combination of factors to make a strange and disturbing recollection of events.

A third interpretation could be that it’s really just a combination of the first two interpretations and some oddities that make up me. That all these different aspects that make up me joined forces and made a weird dream. A dream that seemed to last forever, from the time I went to sleep to the time I woke.

No matter what the interpretation, I forgot most of the dream upon waking. I don’t intend to recreate the experience. I’d rather just let the dream die away and get back to the business at hand. Our minds don’t always do what we want them to. Dreams like this illustrate the lack of control we really have over our minds.

Past, Present, and Future

I don’t know why I worry so much about things that have already passed, particularly things I’ve already said or done. I’ve already flapped that butterfly’s wings. It’s time to move on, to look to the future and the results of what I’ve done. It’s time to take elements from my past and rework them to benefit where I’m going and what I’m going to do.

Growth

Being quiet doesn’t necessarily mean you’re not doing anything. Not producing anything publicly doesn’t mean you’re not working. Plenty of people toil and trudge through the regular exercises and heavy lifting of constant practice without anyone ever knowing what they’re doing. Growth doesn’t come from everyone seeing everything you do. It comes from the work, from getting things done, from building upon what you know, and from releasing when you feel ready.

Spending the time and stretching your skills is always worth it. Play with what you know and try to integrate what you have learned elsewhere. Have fun with learning. Use it to grow. Stagnation kills the awesome. Explore and expand. View the world through as many sets of eyes as you can. Not literally, that would be disgusting and weird and I would have to call the police.

You don’t need a special place to thoroughly develop artistic talents. A quiet place to focus. Space enough to work. Or maybe you like close quarters and noise. It’s a matter of finding where yo work best and go there. Put the time in practicing and perfecting. Go over old material. Create new material with wanton abandon. Let go and just go crazy creating. Tap into what you love, what you hate, what you fear, what makes you laugh. The same things affect other people. People just like you and me, full of the same emotions and thoughts and dreams and desires, consider creative works.

There seem to be three stages to creative expansion. Three general stages, I’m sure life is full of variety, of course. The first stage is wanting to create and getting started. This stage could take as little as a minute, unfortunately. The second stage is putting in the long hours practicing the basics, learning the specifics, learning the language, studying the masters, building up the muscle memory and the knowledge base, finding what works for you and what doesn’t. The second stage is the hardest, the longest, and where 99.999% of people will either skimp, give up, or forget. The third stage is almost as easy as the first. The third stage is taking everything you learned in the second stage, all the material and tricks and history and terms and fundamentals that you spend so much time mastering and memorizing and perfecting, and forgetting it all. Forget it and just do it. Let your nature be your guide and just do it. The world will never forget you for what you produce in the third stage. Ever.

Stupidity and Amenities

Bread and milk and bottled water. The shelves at the store will be empty of these things before closing time. These things fly off the shelf when there’s any indication of the white puffy stuff. Folks need sustenance, I get it.

But…

Why take it home and leave it there? That is to say, why would you buy supplies and then leave them? Go out into the horrible weather? Then you get stranded. Then you end up spending your evening in the company of your car’s bucket seats and dirty floor mats.

Why leave?

You were worried enough to buy all this crap from the store, why leave it at home? At least take it in your car with you? That way, when you’re stranded out in the horrible weather you were preparing for, you’re prepared! Stay home if you’re that interested in preparing for bad weather! Fortify and dig in! What you’re doing is the equivalent of building a fortress and then going out to fight the enemy on the field of battle!

Think, people!

A Sunday

I’m sitting here in a red shirt labelled “Barbecue Naked” and three day’s worth of facial hair. I didn’t take a shower last night. Too tired. Decided it would be best to go straight to bed instead of going through the typical night’s ablutions.

I slept for thirteen hours.

Started the day combing my coif into some kind of order. Restricted its air space to the back of my head and went with it.

Made eggs-in-the-basket for breakfast. Forgot to lubricate the pan. There’s an unspoken rule that the more horrible the appearance of your food, the better it is. This was five-star, ambrosial angel food. Best masticated with milk on ice.

Bought a bird, an albino parakeet.

Travelled to a popular clothing store and promptly found the one article of clothing I was going to buy. Spent 30 minutes trying to find something else in my size and failing like Napoleon in Russia. I’m a tall, gangly man. Tall, gangly man pants are either in huge demand in this area or, and this is far more likely, are in huge demand while stores conveniently do not stock them.

The bookstore was next. Bought a book holder. Spent ten minutes in a futile attempt to get it to hold open a paperback at the beginning. Gave up and grabbed a clothes pin to assist it. I’m now equipped to begin copying, word-for-word, one of the greatest books in the English language: Soul Music by Terry Pratchett.

Dinner was sandwiches grilled in a George Foreman, with chips and Tzatziki dip. My natural inclination is to pronounce the Tz with a Ts and it just comes out all wrong. All wrong. This leaves My Lovely in a fit of pique. “It’s Ta-Ziki! Ta! Not Tz or Ts!” I’m doomed to screw it up, like Worcestershire sauce. How I want to pronounce it based on the name and how it should actually be pronounced will forever be two different things.

I collected quotes from my favorite comedians and writers until my laptop died. In case you were wondering: Terry Pratchett, Bill Hicks, George Carlin, Warren Ellis. There’s more but I don’t want to give away all my favorites.

I’ve a pile of books on the bed I’m going to swim in when I reach a logical end point to this. It never fails, I finish reading one book and I start four more. Matter of time.

Drive Drive CLUNK

My car gave out about a week ago when I was getting ready to leave for work. Got behind the wheel, turned the car on, let it warm up for a minute, put it in gear, turned the wheel to back out my driveway, and CLUNK!!! The steering wheel turned into rock. Steering was gone. All of a sudden I was trying to muscle my car into going the right way while I pulled back in. Gah! Hrrr! Turn, damn you! Turn!

Fortunately it gave out before I ever got on the road or had to turn for real. So I parked it for a week while I figured out what to do about money and getting the repairs done. I had a general idea, from talking with money-grubbing soulless bastards that it would cost about $600 to $700 to fix. Sorry, stupid autocorrect… “Money grubbing soulless bastards” should have been “auto mechanics”.

I finally found a friend of a friend who repaired my car and got me back on the road at an extremely affordable rate. I guess the moral of the story is “don’t go with your first option”? Or maybe “I should learn to fix my car but damn is it a lot of time so find someone capable and kind to take over for you”? Or, “sometimes things go bad and you just have to roll with the punches and do what you gotta do”? Pick one, I’m not too picky.

The Bad Day

Days don’t have feelings or emotions. They don’t have depression or angst or anger. They don’t smell fear or cozy up to you. A day is just the passage of time, seconds to minutes to hours until the day’s and the next begun. The moments of the day aren’t good or evil, right or wrong. They simply occur.

All that being said, today was a bad day that was out to get me.

I woke on the wrong side of the bed, tired and cranky and weary. The disasters at work didn’t come one at a time, they bum rushed me. In the midst of dealing with one problem, another came up. Then another. Then another. Soon I was managing problems and getting things resolved and it was time for lunch. My lunch boiled over in the microwave, spilling everywhere.

That’s when I started thinking I needed to go home and go back to bed.

I stuck with it, though. Cleaned up the microwave. Resolved the big issue. Then the next biggest. Then the next. Then the next. Triaged the ones that were more suggestions and requests than errors. Finally got all the problems resolved and the crises averted.

Things got better once I made it home but I can’t shake the feeling that today was out to get me. There was the unmistakable looming dread that permeates a day that’s just bad all around. I’m looking forward to hitting the sack and putting this whole day behind me.