Nov. 12th, 2009


Nov. 12th, 2009 06:15 pm
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There are twists of time and space, of vision and reality, which only a dreamer can divine.

Dreamwidth. Dream width. The wide spaces that lies within the dreamlands. We often enter herein from the port of Dylath-Leen, but those such as I quickly travel to Ulthar. Isolde is grateful for that.

There are many places to explore in the Dreaming, of course. And most of those are actually accessible to our brains even while awake. Our brains are, indeed, quite amazing things and are nearly capable of super powers (And there is now a chip out there that can cause telekinesis. I'm not kidding).

Often we are close to dreams, especially when young, but as the banality of life closes in, we have fewer reaches into it. We worry excessively. Work, Love life, Friends, Bills. All of it piles up upon us. The dreaming closes down, in truth.

I have noticed, that since getting married and having more responsibilities thrown upon me, I write less. Now there are many reasons why, in truth. It's not just Life taking away the Dream. But the Dream has suffered. Perhaps it is time to force the hand of the lords of Dream and reclaim what is mine.

Of course, watching a cat sleep, and enter Ulthar, is also a good solution for that. It brings a kind of calmness and serenity that few things can. Watching a cat sleep is almost like meditation in a way.

But I will not write exclusively about my cat. Perhaps I'll write about things I have found in life, Or about that which I have read. Idle thoughts pondered. Or in some cases, not pondered as stream of consciousness flows from me. As is often the way I write, in all honesty, as I do not edit.

Oh look how she twitches in her sleep. Perhaps she has yet to make it to Ulthar after all, and is still traveling there. The route can be perilous.

Tomorrow I go back to work, for six days straight. The most I've done in a while (though not the most I've ever done, of course. I believe that is eleven). The days shall mostly be easy, I feel.

She crawls onto my body and lays down as I type this. "How was Ulthar," I ask. She responds with just a look. She's rather warm, which is welcome as these autumn days turn colder as the Earth, and especially the northern hemisphere, turn away from Sol.

I believe this journal may be the restart of things, as I said earlier. Or, perhaps, it's just an attempt. Who knows.

But be warned. Herein will lie political content, as I am an unabashed liberal.


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