grievousangel

When it comes to the green, I was pretty damn chronic over the last 15 years - morning to night. Unfortunately, and yet fortunately, due to some surgery for a hernia in February, I finally let the addiction go (at least the chronic usage thereof). One of the bonuses that I had long looked forward to, was the return of clear and remembered dreaming. The subsequent revival of my nighttime imagination has been immensly satisfying.

Last night's clearest dream was very vivd (very '80's Cold War too): my girlfriend and I, along with a plethora of other folk attempted to survive a nuclear blast and then beyond. In this case we were somewhere in the countryside while the detonated devices went off in some city on the horizon. Mayhem.

We found some cover in a concave nook in a small rock face along a dirt road, with the blast behind us. Incredible flashes and subsequent winds. People, trees, and assorted objects flying past. After the immediate blast there was an eerie silence that lasted for most of the dream. People were in total shock; nuclear winter set in; and everyone was scrounging for whatever provisions they could find. We shacked-up in an abandoned house with a bunch of other people and did what we could to get by.

Very creepy dream, but in a way very exhilarating. Since I was chronic before the Cold War ended, I wonder if this one had been in storage the whole time. It is, however, very refreshing to be able to remember my dreams again.

On a brighter note, I picked up an Emmylou Harris album in pristine condition at a yard sale today, and listening to her on a cool grey afternnon has a wonderfully mellowing effect.

What kind of albums have you bought at yard sales of late, or what kind of dangerous dreams have besought your nocturnal (or daily) sleeps? I look forward to to any answers - that is, of course, if anyone reads this entry at all!