Just woke from one of the most involved strange dreams ever … and two real winners of dreams visited me last night.
The one that woke me: Rhianna the popular singer was a Russian pop singer and I was the emcee for one of her concerts. Her very jealous boyfriend was there and watching over me closely. There were some songs that I cosang with her. During the dream I fell asleep and I awoke to find that she was having a picnic with the audience down on the auditorium floor.
Once fully awake (but still really asleep and dreaming) I rejoined her at the picnic. She had changed into a nice lumpy sweatshirt. Rhianna asked if I was fully awake and what would I like to do next … so I proposed that we dance … so we did … we waltzed through the auditorium with music blasting, she in her nice lumpy sweatshirt and I haven’t a clue what I was wearing. By the time we finished waltzing she had curlers in her hair. The sight of Rhianna in curlers was the moment that I awoke.
My prior dream was just as different. I dreamed that I was back in the Army.
We were in an inner city and our unit was in the wreckage of a large shopping mall. There was another unit with us, a Russian military unit.
We appear to have been working together … but whatever war or battle we were in (which was not part of the dream) appears to have been a lost cause. Our two units bivouacked just outside a former book store within the mall. There were piles of new shiny covered books, and all were in Russian. The Russians and I went through the books, one stack was a recent best seller and we distributed them all to the troops.
Then the order came to evacuate. The Russians were staying put. Our own unit was busy going through all of our equipment and discarding anything which we couldn’t carry. As our unit worked its way down from the rooftop of the mall we came under fire from somewhere outside the mall. I was hit but not down. I awoke from the dream and it was 2:20am in the morning … I couldn’t go back to sleep so I watched several episodes of Harry Dresden on Netflix and finally nodded off again around 4am … then Rhinanna came to visit me.
Am not sure why but the Russian language and Russians seem to be a prominent part of my dreams as of late.
“The hardest thing in the world to understand is the income tax.”
“Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius — and a lot of courage — to move in the opposite direction.”
“Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.”
“Everything should be made as simple as possible, but not simpler.”
“The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources.”
“The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing.”
“A man’s ethical behavior should be based effectually on sympathy, education, and social ties; no religious basis is necessary. Man would indeed be in a poor way if he had to be restrained by fear of punishment and hope of reward after death.”
“A human being is a part of a whole, called by us _universe_, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest… a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”
Thanks to Geir Brurok for sharing the image with me.
”Do you think if you ask God for courage he will give you courage? No. He will give you the chance to be courageous.”
— From a movie “Evan Almighty” with Morgan Freeman narrating God, or God visiting us possibly as Morgan Freeman
Which is more important? Us believing in God, or God believing in us? Does it matter?
Dear To Whom It May Concern,
I believe in you. I am just clueless as to what you (or youse guys) really are. Is there an end plan? A real end plan?
Well … that’s my limit on thinking today.
It makes my head hurt to try to get beyond that. So here is my bottom line: I believe in you/something exists. It is a positive something … or perhaps just a neutral something. If I believe in you then I must believe in me. To believe in both you and me then I must believe that I have purpose. If I have purpose then I need to accomplish something. Since what exactly I need to accomplish is a bit of a murky thought as well … perhaps … I’ll just have to keep it simple: doing something positive for all the folks that you also believe in. Whatever I can.
Note: I’m not so sure about some of the folks that you believe in. I’m just taking it on faith that they are all redeemable … redeemable in whatever way equals good karma .. and if you got any extra redemption then please hit me … am in need.
P.S. Please share any extra with Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt. She’s a friend of mine. Deserving, but may be too shy to ask. I’m shy too but I find shyness doesn’t get you so many things in life … OK, bye for now!
There are so many words in English, and words from which to borrow from other languages, and so little time to organize them, to put them to work, to enjoy their presence on the tips of our fingers or nuanced delivery from our tongues.
Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson went camping in the forest. After a good dinner and a bottle of wine, they went to sleep in the tent.
Several hours later, Holmes awoke and nudged his faithful friend, Watson.
“Look at the sky and tell me what you see.”
Watson answered: “I see millions and millions of stars.”
“And what does that tell you?”
Watson thought a minute and answered: “Astronomically, that tells me that there are potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, I see that Saturn is in Leo. Chronologically, I deduce that it is approximately three ten AM. Theologically, I see that God is all powerful and that we are small and insignificant. Meteorologically I suspect that we shall have a beautiful day tomorrow.”
Holmes was quiet for a minute and then said: “Watson, you are an idiot. Someone stole our tent.”
Borrowed from a FB posting by William Corzine, who got it from Terence Weyenberg.