Monday, March 06, 2006
i have a plan: follow
they're ok with it, i'm not. i've been moving in a different direction for some time. the world is full of people focusing on the task at hand. a task often at hand: things get worse before they get better. there are a lot of things we haven't realized yet. some things we never will, in fact most. if we looked at everything from impossibly far away, it would probably just be black. probability tells us that there is a chance. but let's not gamble our lives away on the chance that one day we'll find a little more hope. a little more direction, not with a destination, but direction away from a place we know is gone. dreams die hard, but they die none the less.
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hi.
what's ur dream? (cj)
what's ur dream? (rose)
speaking of roses and dreams, i had a garden hose in my head last night that would splash out black rose bushes on a pretty barren landscape. a rose gun, if i pointed it at one rose bush and sprayed, the rose bush got bigger and more stylized. probably the best dream i ever had. probably because of my psuedo concussion. i wish i could show you guys the dream.
dreams never seem to make much sense. why does hope make sense to people? fitting it in the semi-logical framework of their lives, hopes and dreams seem to make sense, seem to be achievable.
i often don't remember my dreams, though i had a tooth dream not long ago, i forget exactly what was going on but it had something to do with me pulling out my teeth one by one and then trying to make denchers out of them.
teeth dreams....i wonder if that is only a phenomena of western culture, i wonder what dreams some of the aborigonies have in australia, or New Guinea...teeth just seem kind of humorous, i guess freud would say that it is overdetermined by our fears and asperations...Life ultimately comes down to teeth, one day everyone loses them if they live long enough (a metaphor for hope? dreams? memories? meaning?) but the hope is that youll be occupied by picking up the peices that you wont realize how pointless it is. hmmm....
All I'm really striving for is a constant buzz and minimal feelings of discontent. And if mounds of caramel hershey kisses could be present, I'd probably smile more frequently. Does that constitute a dream? Probably not. Sounds more like a happy hour at chocolate factory.
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