I have a problem. I can't just do things. A lot of us have this problem, but intrinsically, it's different for all of us—it's unique. It has taken me probably thirty years of struggle to finally realize and accept that I am a horrible, horrible perfectionist. Not only that, I've also realized and accepted that … Continue reading The Routine
Nightmares III
Stand still while I bludgeon you with a series of sudden blog posts after a prolonged silence... In this post, we continue to explore the recurring denizens of my nightmares. We've explored the Black Dog, the Bears, the Snakes, and Xenomorphs. This time we'll look at one of the most fearsome of the recurring denizens, … Continue reading Nightmares III
Dreams VIII
As far as tropes go, the idea of infinite parallel universes is a fairly persistent and timeless one. I mean, paradise, heaven, hell ... alternate universes of a sort. As time and our culture has progressed, the concept has undergone some refinement, from the collection of Star Trek episodes across all series that feature alternate … Continue reading Dreams VIII
Day Thirty-Three – The Mysteries of Porcine Aeronautics and You
I've not written an Inner Wild piece in a while. I'm not sure where this fits, or what planet this is on, or who Meretricious Mandy really is. I just know she's a Solarian, and I know why they call her Meretricious Mandy. --- Limping back from a long day on the hunt, Meretricious Mandy … Continue reading Day Thirty-Three – The Mysteries of Porcine Aeronautics and You
42 V
I suppose I drifted off there for a bit. Life is currently taffy being pulled on a hook—sometimes I'm piled on, stuck in place and frozen between layers just right on the hook, and sometimes I'm on the stretchy bit and time slips away into distance. Something I feel I need to voice is this … Continue reading 42 V
Dreams VII
I've had chest pain since Sunday evening. It's localized and hurts when I move, so I'm pretty confident that I did something moving around. It hurts to breathe, but it's a dull ache. I'm not having trouble breathing—I'm getting enough air—but there is some discomfort. No, it's not Covid-19—though I suppose it could be a … Continue reading Dreams VII
Nightmares II
The denizens of my dream universe are many. Consistently, most are representations of people and entities I've actually been exposed to in waking life; however, there are some recurring entities that I have no first-hand experience of. In nightmares, that strangeness and unfamiliarity adds to the distress and terror. It's difficult for my dream self … Continue reading Nightmares II
Dreams VI
I'm not getting enough sleep. That's what I'm currently going to blame my inability to remember my dreams on. I caught myself last night waking from a dream with a full cognitive grasp of the full details of the dream I had just come out of. My vision was distorted—similar to the geometric patterns I … Continue reading Dreams VI
Nightmares
Recently, I have had something of a dry spell when it comes to dreams. Perhaps, though, it is just an inability to remember dreams that leaves me without something to explore in waking life. I remember bits and pieces, sometimes just the settings, but no real details. Last night, I know that I dreamed that … Continue reading Nightmares
Dreams V
For whatever reason, my dreams of late have been fleeting, few, and far between. My mind has been in overdrive though, so perhaps that has something to do with it. I've not been going to bed at decent times and my diet is all over the place. Hopefully I can find some semblance of routine … Continue reading Dreams V
42 IV
In this, my 42nd year of existence as a human being, I'm dedicating myself to charging forward randomly into new frontiers of discovery about myself and the rest of the universe. I've decided that I've spent enough of my life observing and processing what's been going on around me that I've grown a bit restless. … Continue reading 42 IV
Birds
Kelly and I were on a walk last evening when I spotted a couple of birds flying overhead that had a strange wing shape. My initial thought after the minimal glimpse was falcon, but it just didn't look right, and I couldn't think of a falcon that would be in that area of Arlington. My … Continue reading Birds
Dreams IV
One of the big reasons I decided to write down my dreams is that the act of recalling the dream universe we travel to each night actually aids our dream memory. It's like a recursive bit of code—part of remembering your dreams is remembering your dreams. It sounds redundant, but the idea is used quite … Continue reading Dreams IV
Dreams III
Since High School, at least, I've been fascinated with the idea of lucid dreaming. I'm not sure that I knew there was a term for it when I first experienced it. My first lucid dream was derived from a recurring dream that I had been having where I could float, but only about 6 inches … Continue reading Dreams III
42 III
When I started this blog, it was dedicated mostly to my fiction pieces that were expendable. I didn't really have any full investment of time in them—most were written in one sitting from random topics or fleeting visions. I interjected a few rants, some personal entries, maybe a review or two. For the most part, … Continue reading 42 III
42 II
When I realized my 42nd birthday was coming up, I decided I wanted to do something to mark the occasion while paying tribute to Douglas Adams, whose novel The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, of which "42" has become synonymous with, also turned 42 this year. The novel, which I didn't read until after I … Continue reading 42 II
Dreams II
I didn't dream as much last night. I took an Inositol just before going to bed, and while I could see the slight visual effect it tends to give me, it took entirely too long to go to sleep. I tossed and turned once I did, and even had to get up a few times … Continue reading Dreams II
Endpoint
Last night I spent about an hour an half finishing the novel Three Soldiers by John Dos Passos. The novel follows a handful of soldiers as they make their way from training camp to the front during World War I, and what happens after the war ends. I mostly enjoyed the novel, but there has … Continue reading Endpoint
Dreams
I dream vividly. Some time ago, I wrote a post about the persistent world of my dreams where locales seem to have some stasis. I can revisit certain places, which are a distortion of real places. I have a good dream memory, and I think the repetition of these locales is either a result of … Continue reading Dreams
42
Today was intended to be different. It had been my plan to be about 14,000 feet above sea level in the San Juan Mountains right now, but this has been a strange year so far. Like many people out there right now, my plans have changed. Alas, chaos. Today wasn't going to be just about … Continue reading 42
