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First cold day of summer. It's maybe 70 and drizzly. An unwelcome reminder that summer won't last. It has been a sad summer in some respects, with no festivals, no fairs, no automobile races. At the same time, a very relaxing summer. Mother and I are way the hell out in the country, far away from all of the upset and turmoil. One day is much like another. I've had time to watch the corn grow, and watch the birds raise their children. Fourth of July was one of the best ever, with fireworks - major fireworks - everywhere.
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For the last year and a half, at least, every dream I've had, or at least every dream that I can remember, has taken place either inside a large, complicated building, or if outside, at night, in a highly structured environment, as opposed to countryside. And it's not that they're necessarily unpleasant dreams, either. Last night involved being menaced by some sort of monster in a dark room*, but I was at least equal to him, and faced him down, so it was never that threatening of a mood. Later, there was a detailed sequence about a swimming match, that segued into a sort of outdoors, nighttime festival that celebrated the 1930s. Part of the 30s festival involved a miniature mechanical marching band, powered by chickens, which was amusing.
I'd initially interpreted the constant theme of indoors and darkness as meaning that I was going to die soon, but after 18 months, I haven't shown any real sign of decline. If anything, I'm healthier now than when I started, both physically and mentally. So, I'm at a loss. It feels like something that I should be paying attention to, but what it is, I dunno.
*I blame this on reading part of the Book of Daniel before going to sleep. It's a rather bloodthirsty tome, and much of it deals with Daniel interpreting the bizarre nightmares of kings.
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A Day to Daydream. A sad, pensive Pony story that suits my mood.
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And even now, on the first day of August, someone distant is shooting fireworks :)
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For the last year and a half, at least, every dream I've had, or at least every dream that I can remember, has taken place either inside a large, complicated building, or if outside, at night, in a highly structured environment, as opposed to countryside. And it's not that they're necessarily unpleasant dreams, either. Last night involved being menaced by some sort of monster in a dark room*, but I was at least equal to him, and faced him down, so it was never that threatening of a mood. Later, there was a detailed sequence about a swimming match, that segued into a sort of outdoors, nighttime festival that celebrated the 1930s. Part of the 30s festival involved a miniature mechanical marching band, powered by chickens, which was amusing.
I'd initially interpreted the constant theme of indoors and darkness as meaning that I was going to die soon, but after 18 months, I haven't shown any real sign of decline. If anything, I'm healthier now than when I started, both physically and mentally. So, I'm at a loss. It feels like something that I should be paying attention to, but what it is, I dunno.
*I blame this on reading part of the Book of Daniel before going to sleep. It's a rather bloodthirsty tome, and much of it deals with Daniel interpreting the bizarre nightmares of kings.
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A Day to Daydream. A sad, pensive Pony story that suits my mood.
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And even now, on the first day of August, someone distant is shooting fireworks :)
