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


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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Zombie Babies?

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Yet again I woke up during the night thinking about my dreams without voice recording them, and I accidentally went back to sleep so now I have forgotten some of my dreams and some of the important details from the dream or dreams that I do remember.

Dream 1

I am not sure if this is part of the second dream, which was a repeating dream, or not so I will type it as its own dream.

All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it involved either the actress Eva Green or Eva Green acting as one of her characters or a woman who reminded me of Eva Green and / or one of her characters, but I am not sure which is correct.

So I am going to make the wild assumption that it was Eva Green acting as one…

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Eyes + Words

Written by Jacob Ibrag

‘You know, you smile when you’re asleep

and, you never seem as happy when you’re awake,’

she noted as he finished brushing his teeth. ‘You obviously

don’t have to tell me but, what are you dreaming of when you

separate from this reality?’ Walking towards the nightstand, he

grabbed a photo of his parents and handed it. ‘I imagine what

it would’ve been like if you ever got a chance to meet them.

I imagine what it would’ve been like if they ever got

a chance to meet their grandchildren.’

Photography by Kent MacDonald

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Dreaming awake…


I seriously hate having dreams. When I don’t dream, I have a good night’s sleep. When I wake up remembering a dream, I feel completely drained. Why in the world have I been dreaming so much these past few months? Has me frustrated as all hell. Feeling lethargic seems normal now. And that’s not me. I have my occasional days, maybe a week of feeling blah but it’s not the norm. My body isn’t very happy lately. My mind, still runs but I can’t seem to stay entirely focused 😥

My dreams have been so random that I kinda gave up on what the universe is trying to tell me. Attempting to try to make sense of it all is exhausting. It’s nice to not have to think. I had to re-subscribe to Netflix. I need a freaken outlet from this chaotic brain of mine every now and then. Netflix…

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This Dream

Max Meunier

i awaken
to words of kindness

from friends
and strangers alike

but there is nothing
strange about this pain
that we share

this bridge
we have all built

through the sorrows
of our time

grants us more
than a fleeting respite

as we gain
the understanding
that none are alone

that every struggle
affects us all

that our face is seen
our voice is heard
our truths, known

it is only in togetherness
do we stand
to court the hand
that bears the gift
of the morrow’s ingress

know, my friends
there are no strangers
among us

let us walk bravely
into vales
of unknown consequence

for love
shall harbor no secret

when its light
has finally shone

to guide us home

so it is, was
and shall ever be

this dream
e’er haunts humanity

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