7am......Wow.......I'm awake, and I did 10 pull-ups.......
I seem to recall something mentioned at bowling last night about midday hangovers....eh, I'll just go back to bed if that happens.
Had a great time bowling and drinking and lounging about the um....Vox? Yeah I'm pretty sure that was it. Any bar with moderately cmfortable couches is okay in my book. Even if they allow Coldplay on the jukebox for an hour straight, the bastards.
Woke up from an altogether weird and different kind of nightmare than usual, one so meaningless that I'll give a brief re-cap: Went camping with my Native American friend, who I don't know at all in real life, whatever that is, and his girlfriend. So we're sitting around the campfire and all of a sudden he just runs off, and he's gone for hours. After a bit his girlfriend manages to successfully seduce her way into my sleeping bag. Morning comes, he's still not back, I manage to find him in a dried out sewage tunnel. He charges me with sticks, we fight to the death and I won! How cool is that for a nightmare? Actually it was kinda of an odd mix of scary, sexy, and strange, but oh well, it's better than my usuall dreamtime fare.
And now it's off to finish the Bill Hicks DVD I barely started last night....
I seem to recall something mentioned at bowling last night about midday hangovers....eh, I'll just go back to bed if that happens.
Had a great time bowling and drinking and lounging about the um....Vox? Yeah I'm pretty sure that was it. Any bar with moderately cmfortable couches is okay in my book. Even if they allow Coldplay on the jukebox for an hour straight, the bastards.
Woke up from an altogether weird and different kind of nightmare than usual, one so meaningless that I'll give a brief re-cap: Went camping with my Native American friend, who I don't know at all in real life, whatever that is, and his girlfriend. So we're sitting around the campfire and all of a sudden he just runs off, and he's gone for hours. After a bit his girlfriend manages to successfully seduce her way into my sleeping bag. Morning comes, he's still not back, I manage to find him in a dried out sewage tunnel. He charges me with sticks, we fight to the death and I won! How cool is that for a nightmare? Actually it was kinda of an odd mix of scary, sexy, and strange, but oh well, it's better than my usuall dreamtime fare.
And now it's off to finish the Bill Hicks DVD I barely started last night....
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I wish i had more fun dreams..... all of my dreams either tend towards the completely incomprehensible or the absurdly boring. But more than anything, I wish i could just know I'm dreaming when I dream, so I can do insane and awesome stuff. I actually read that the same chemicals are released in your brain when you sleep as those when you take LSD.... so dreams are actually LSD trips while you sleep.
I completely agree with your sentiments about the frailty of life. It takes a long time and a mature mind to appreciate everything in life - pain and joy alike. And I live for it... all of it... pain and joy. Its what makes it all worth while. Yin and Yang,
Be well.
I've had some wild dreams in my time. I appreciate them, even the bad ones. They're more interesting than my real life, usually.
Anyways, good to meet you, hopefully we'll do something again soonish.