okaaaaaaay.......

dream ( P ) Pronunciation Key (drm)n.
A series of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations occurring involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep.
A daydream; a reverie.
A state of abstraction; a trance.
A wild fancy or hope.
A condition or achievement that is longed for; an aspiration: a dream of owning their own business.

You hear stories of people who have vivid dreams every night..”This happened and then this happened and then this”. Well, I am not one of those people. I very seldom recall any dreams I may have. I know they say everyone dreams it’s just that I never recall my dreams. Seriously, if I can wake up in the morning and recall even a portion of a dream it is truly amazing. This only happens maybe twice a year. Of course it could be due to the long hours I keep and hence I am usually dead tired when I final fall into bed.

Well, last night after only being asleep for 2 hours I had such a vivid dream that it actually woke me up. As I lay there for the next 20 minutes thinking about the dream many things went through my head. People say that should you die in your dreams then you’ll die for real. I’m not sure I believe that and I certainly do NOT want to put it to the test. Perhaps that I came near to dying in my dream last night is why even now, nearly 20 hours later I still recall what I dreamed about.

Imagine the world as you know it now with houses, buildings, street and the human beings that adorn them. Now imagine that this is all located underground and the ceiling of the rock above your head gives off the impression of day light and a real sky. Now imagine that the lower crust of society lives there under ground. Your poor, homeless, criminals, drug pushers and what not. Spread about the world is places where through a series of levels there is a way to the surface. It’s hard to explain but image that each series or level is the size of about a football field and has living spaces on it with hallways between them that eventually lead to the next level down. Eventually the levels lead down to the main level where the roads and such are at. Basically a complete civilization underground.

In my dream state the lower half of society was forced to live there well the upper half lived above ground and were, for the most part, blissfully unaware of what lived below them. Now imagine that something, many somethings were created or let loose below and went on a killing spree. Not just any something but something that was monstrous and only remotely humanish. Something that had incredible strength and the singular desire to kill. Now imagine trying to escape from these horrors. Imagine all that and you’d be close to my dream.
So what’s it all mean? Not sure. Maybe it was that burrito I had for dinner?

Can I start over?

de·terge ( P ) Pronunciation Key (d-tûrj)tr.v. de·terged, de·terg·ing, de·terg·es
To wash or wipe off (a wound, for example); cleanse

Can I just start this week over again? Please? Pretty please?

It's been one of those weeks. No, not one of THOSE weeks, but still one of those weeks. So what makes it one of those weeks you ask? I wish I knew.

There is no one thing that has happened this week but rather a bunch of little things that in the course of a normal week would not amount to anything and yet here I am, ready to cleanse this week from existance.

Maybe the moons are aligned or I'm just unaligned..more likely the later of the two. Everything this week just seems to rub me the wrong way. It's to hot and is messing with my sinuses. Traffic is too heavy and making me late for work. I could go on but I won't as I fear once I get started there will be no stoping me. Let's just leave it at it is one of "those" weeks. Trust me, you do NOT want to argue with me about this...at least not right now.

Someone stop the world as I'd like to get off for the rest of the week.

Today's word is Day

day ( P ) (d)
(d)n. The period of light between dawn and nightfall; the interval from sunrise to sunset.
The 24-hour period during which the earth completes one rotation on its axis. The period during which a celestial body makes a similar rotation. Abbr. D One of the numbered 24-hour periods into which a week, month, or year is divided. The portion of a 24-hour period that is devoted to work, school, or business: an eight-hour day; a sale that lasted for three days. A 24-hour period or a portion of it that is reserved for a certain activity: a day of rest.
A specific, characteristic period in one's lifetime: In Grandmother's day, skirts were long. A period of opportunity or prominence: Every defendant is entitled to a day in court. That child will have her day. A period of time in history; an era: We studied the tactics used in Napoleon's day. The day of computer science is well upon us. days Period of life or activity: The sick cat's days will soon be over.

Day. It's such a simple word perhaps that is why it is only three letters long? Yet, you would think that such a simple word would have an equally simple definition, no? Yet judging by Webster definition above you can see that is not the case. Why is that?

Perhaps we, as humans, try to overly simplify things so that we can spend less time on them? Better yet, perhaps we simplify them because we can not understand them so we must simplify them or suffer brain freeze or something as equally nasty?

Don’t get me wrong, a Day can be very complicated. We’ve all had those days where they seem to go on forever and al we want it to do is be over with. Just want the day to be over with…. How funny is it then that as I enter into what is most certainly the later half of my life, more and more I do not want the day to end? I have become acutely aware of my mortality recently…something I think I failed to even admit to myself. Certainly to no one else….except you here of course.

I am not certain when I crossed over from the point of thinking I had plenty of time to the place I am now where each day is precious and can not be lived again. Well, unless you get stuck in Groundhog Day that is! There was a time that I can recall in the dimmest recesses of my mind when the age of Twenty seemed a life time away. I was young, I was free, it was the 70’s and I had my whole life ahead of me. Now the age of Fifty is all too close it seems…far closer than I would like for it to be. The years seems to pass with increasing swiftness these days as one day blurs into another and then into weeks and months.

I read once, though I forget where now, that time does pass faster as you get older. No, it’s true. When you’re young, your brain secretes a chemical and as you get older it produces less and less of this chemical and that makes time appear to go by faster. If I could harness that chemical, reproduce it and put it in a pill I think I might one day be richer than even Bill Gates. How wonderful it would be to have a day last forever again as it did when I was a child. To start each day as if it would last a week. To fight going to bed because the day was still young even if the stars were out and the sky was dark. To see the world as I did when I was a child and to know that I still had my whole life ahead of me.

Maybe some day.