The TWINKLE in the Orginal…

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It’s Part of the HUMAN Condition,

We’re not Always too Sure of what to Do OR how others would take what we Do.

EITHER you do what You know OR Conform to what the Rest believe We should…

It’s not the Easiest of things;

Taking that LEAP and not Ever really Sure how Everyone would Take what YOU, Me Or THEM let loose on the World at large…

If what I’d heard is true,

At some point, Someone asked Michael Bay if he’d liked to Gamble –

He responded to this;

“I gamble with 250 Million Dollar Movies…”

Our Dreams, Passions or Desires might not Make for Such huge Proportions,

BUT, then it’s what YOU have the right to do.

As well, We’re all Totally UNIQUE and that’s Brilliant.

Everyone of Us can Improve on what we do,

It all Depend on what We’re doing and IF it comes down…

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May 1, 2016 | Dream Journal | A Very Sexual Suggestive (Risqué) 1980s Film

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I did not voice record my dreams and I had several detailed dreams, but unfortunately I forgot most of them and can only barely remember part of several dreams at this time which I will quickly type without bothering to cover all the details.

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that it involved me watching an old unknown fictional film from the 1980s that I either found or was already playing when I walked into the room or someone brought for me to watch et cetera but I can not remember, the film took place inside a dimly lit windowless one-story house with brown carpet and walls et cetera, and all the people living inside the house had white skin.

Living in this house was an attractive woman with long yellow hair, several possibly underage sisters of different ages with yellow hair…

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Dream: Manna

Living Life in Between

Wanted to share the full version of this dream because it may have significance for later.

Dream: Manna

I was with a group of individuals, approximately three others, maybe more. I remember we were introducing ourselves to one another. All I recall now was that a woman said she was from Georgia.

We had a guide or leader who was male. The scene was somewhere in the deep South. The mood was nervousness mixed with concern for being caught.

We were keeping to the shadows, our guide leading the way. There was an abandoned house of some sort. It reminded me of an old gristmill. Our leader told us it was empty so we entered cautiously. It was decided we would stay the night there and leave in the morning.

I was afraid and sought out a hiding place inside the building. The worry was that some bands of raiders…

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Silly Dreams Of Normality From A Manic Depressive, a poem by Drem

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Silly Dreams Of Normality From A Manic Depressive, a poem by Drem

June 20, 2016

“I’m the woman

in that commercial

for the anti-depressant

you just laughed at.

She was wearing purple

because purple is the color of depression,

though I happen to never wear it.

It’s simply astonishing for you

to imagine, or dare even see,

someone so chemically unbalanced

to ever also be happy.

…She had a family.

Was having a picnic.

It was a nice day

and she didn’t look so sick.

There were flowers.

Her son picked them for her.

That’s why you laughed.

It was an unrealistic situation.

To be loved.

To be loved by a family

all while hunched over

on the side of the bed

a mere moment before.

It’s ridiculous!

An astronomical fiction

in every sense.

I knew it was,

but… you didn’t have to say it.

“What do…

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Invisible Illness – Pushing On Through

My guess is that you are speaking for far more people than you may realize. Invisible disability / illness can be devastating.

Being Lydia!

Having any invisible illness at all can be a “damned if you do, damned if you don’t” exercise. If you rest, nothing gets done and/or people think you are lazy. If you do something, anything (a chore, going out, shopping, etc.) people see you as healed or there was never anything wrong in the first place. I know that probably seems like an exaggeration; however, if you ever experience a condition that no one can see (or understand), you will soon get what I am talking about.

Some people have adopted the spoon theory. I haven’t really been able to grasp this one, though I see how it can work. It just doesn’t fit my mindset. Instead, I lean towards pacing which I learned in a chronic pain management program and something I like to call “pushing on through”.

Pacing means you set a goal and a reasonable time frame…

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That Person Again



This one was a bit weird. Every other time I’ve dreamt of him, we already know each other. This morning’s dream, we met for the first time. He had a girlfriend, although it appeared they were on the verge of breaking up.
I don’t know where we were or what I was doing but whatever it was he was interested and approached me and started talking to me. We chatted and laughed and maybe even flirted a little.
He was about to head to America on holiday and somehow he knew that I was going there in about a weeks time. (Just for the record, I have never been and at this point in time have no plans to go either). When he said goodbye to me, he hugged me and said we should meet up once I get there. The way he hugged me was odd because: 1. He…

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June 21, 2016 | Dream Journal

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I did not voice record my dreams from last night each time that I woke up to use the bathroom, and so I ended up pretty much forgetting most of my dreams from last night after going back to sleep each time without voice recording the dreams that I did remember.

Now I can only barely remember part of one dream fragment that took place during the day, I know that part of the dream took place outside, but it is possible that part of the dream also took place inside.

I was in the dream and some of my family was in the dream, but that is all that I can remember of this dream fragment at this time.

The end,

-John Jr

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An Unusual International Yoga Day Post: or, Dream Yoga and Fear Management

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"The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters" by Francisco Goya “The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters” by Francisco Goya

I awoke exuberant that I’d achieved lucidity in my dream and that I’d apparently slain a nasty character (picture Hans Gruber on a bad day)–a task that had seemed impossible before my eureka of “I’m lucid!” Only my exuberance was short-lived when I realized that Hans was also me. Do you have the courage to talk it out with your dream world nemesis instead of reacting from fear?

I was thinking that I should do a post on yoga for International Yoga Day (June 21st), but what to write about? My answer came in the wee hours of the morning when I had a minor breakthrough in lucid dreaming–also known as, dream yoga. I know this seems like a stretch because, despite “yoga” being right there in the name, this practice is much more firmly associated with Tibetan Buddhism than Hatha Yoga. But my last couple yoga posts…

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Dreams of a past self



Last night, I dreamed about an old…friend? No, that doesn’t quite cover it – an ex “it’s complicated” might be better. The Internet was involved, as were unrequited feelings, hurt, confessions of love, a lot of intensity, some very nice writing, and a couple of online games.

I have, admittedly, been thinking about his old blog recently. He was – presumably still is – an extremely good writer, and his posts were both compelling and entertaining, tackling miscellaneous topics. It was the sort of blog I still wish this one was.

Somehow, though, I had managed to think about his blog without thinking all that much about the author, hence the surprise value of seeing him in a dream. I mean, I’ve encountered men with the same name as him without thinking of him. It once seemed impossible that I would ever be without that jarring mental association.

I don’t regret the…

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