The Pen Is Not Mightier

Out of Line

Zeno had a vision in primary colors, not a dream. It occurred a few days before he was due to be sentenced to the minimum security federal penitentiary at Lompoc, California. The horse trading had concluded and the deal was done. He whinnied like a lame also-ran. The government took everything he owned and sent him to jail for baking delicious cookies, cupcakes, and all-natural granola. Not even his collection of lucky pennies inherited from Joe Avirgan was spared. The judge with the porky snout explained how fortunate he was to get such a good deal. Reliable waves from the Pacific Ocean he would never get to hear or feel for the duration were only a mile away. In a Texas prison, he’d be serving twenty years with scorpions. His coupled lawyers made out like bandits as they heartily shook his hand and slipped him dead skin. The dream was…

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Joseph Joestar’s Military Training In Italy?

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I went to bed very late last night and I woke up late this morning and I did not voice record my dreams during that time, and so now I can barely remember part of my last dream from last night which was confusing and unclear.

The dream seemed to be inspired by me watching several Japanese anime (animated) television shows on Cartoon Networks’sAdult SwimToonami lineup, and this dream involved parts of a Japanese anime television show season of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure that ended last week called JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure (Season 1) (Battle Tendency).

All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it involved the animated character Joseph Joestar from the Japanese anime television show JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure (Season 1) (Battle Tendency) , the military, military education and training, Italy, the Italian language, military vehicles, what looked like the side…

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underworld, allies, jung, and the seagull…

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nightmares from hell last night. of course. the moment i step out of the underworld, the underworld finds me in my dreams. yesterday was a great day at my internship and afterward i had a great conversation with a friend, getting my thirst for talking about ideas satiated and also feeling inspired by photography. read the “red book” on the bus and was moved as usual, by jung’s words. felt excited to be doing the work i am doing, which is not always the case with me, as i continually face reluctance and imbalance. it was one of those days where everything in my life felt right and on track, even though i did not feel so hot in my skin, as it’s been a week since i did my yoga practice. so…of course i have the most fucked up dreams ever about the core darkness that rules my psyche…

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what are dreams made of

yaskhan

A megrim crocheted in a whimsical fantasy
The manifestation of subconscious mind in sleep
Taking over from conscious speculation of day time
A break from reality, releasing the tired mind
As delusions, aberrations wear out the day.

An expression of wish, that one unconsciously wants
A phantasm of imagination to look forward
Clouding the night vision with vagaries, whims that unfold
From the deep recesses of the mind, illusions unveil
Hopes, aspirations, that refuse to go away, surface..

In the comatose state of the physique, quiescent visions
Dormant yearnings spill forth in this soporific state
The body in opiate mode, the brain ebullient

Dreams are beacons of optimism, soul’s breath..

#Quatorzaine

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My Brother CC Gets A Job Burying Bodies?

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I am not sure how many dreams these are from last night so I will type them as two dreams, there were too many details and I do not feel like spending all night typing everything, and so I will try to shorten the details if I can to maybe an overview if I am lucky.

For the second night in a row one of these dreams involved burial, which is strange and interesting, and so I looked up what one dream dictionary had to say about: burial.

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it was day and I was possibly with a group of people (maybe a school or college or some kind of group) and maybe some of my family, and we were possibly touring some locals businesses that were owned by a family led…

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ladybug landings and longing from the dead…

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more intense dreaming last night and the second night in a row i am waking up with questions on my breath. this morning the questions were about making conscious choices. now it’s on my mind. where do i want to live? where do i want to open a practice? stuff like that. aries stuff. what i want stuff. not just go with the flow, although, that is my tao. yet my tao is also about being balanced and waking up dormant parts. the sky is misty blue outside as the sun rises. spring is sort of here. barely. last night it was here enough to put me walking all over the hill after work, instead of my usual hibernation. felt so good to walk in the evening sun. i realize that my city dwelling self may not be what i choose next, but it’s familiar alright. i am open and…

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So What: The Prologue of a Dream

Poems

So what, if no one is
paying heed to our unequivocal words,
in solitude we have
a chance to listen to the universe!
And trust me I swear, it is
a far more skilled partner in dialogue,
despite what we have been taught
or customs that might have come in vogue
of late, with well patronized galas,
awards and ceremonies,
often so many that
certain ignorance rather tastes like bliss!

But we wage war instead and fight
against the received social norms
to overthrow the tyranny
of tribalism’s established ways!

Yes we know, change too often comes,
riding on the meaninglessness
of shed human blood and too many lives
and revolutions, too often as well,
end up flattened beneath a guillotine.

Still, if we don’t suffer and grow
to be its fearless harbingers,
like a Winter is of the Spring,
the children of Eve and Adam,
cave dwellers for eternity,

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Korey Coleman’s Parody Videos And Shadow Moon And Mr. Wednesday Going To Meet The Old Gods (Deities)

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The end of this dream was inspired by the book American Gods, which I am still reading after checking out from the local library where I work (this is my first time trying to read a book in years) and I read a few pages of the book before going to bed last night so that part of the book inspired part of the end of this dream (I have been reading it slowly the last few days), and the television show American Gods (which is not even out yet, and I hope to have finished the book before it is released).

During the dream I am not sure if I was myself and / or if I was the character Shadow Moon (the version from the television series American Gods played by the actor Ricky Whittle), but I will assume that I was myself and that…

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Forever Autumn

Sometimes my dreams are not dreams at all. Sometimes they are memories.  Other times they are songs.  This one came to me today of an old song from long ago.  Since it just will not let me go, I thought I would give it to you in a post.  I interpret it as an omen since it originally came to me in a time of major shifts and upheaval in my life.  I suspect it portends the same now.

I hope you enjoy the gift it brings to you.

Sitting In An Automobile With Ronda Rousey And Riding On A Bus

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I am not sure if this is one or two dreams from last night.

All that I can remember of this dream or these two dreams from last night is that I remember sitting in the back seat of an automobile (maybe a van or sport utility vehicle or truck) on the right side during the day.

The automobile was illegally parked next to the walkway of the shopping center near W Park in the city of D, and we were parked between where JCPenney and Dollar General should be.

In the driver’s seat and front passenger’s seat were two men with light-color skin who were probably fans of mixed martial arts, they were probably talking about mixed martial arts and things like that, and they were probably dressed like how some mixed martial arts fans dress (wearing Tapout (clothing brand)-like clothing and hats and maybe…

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