One little success.

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It looks like I might be turning the clock back in my schedule.  I know that seems like a small thing.  But it has only happened a few times in my adult life.  And it really isn't important when Iran is racing to nukes, half the Middle East is on fire against the West, and a massive drought has brought and will be bringing more pain to an economically beaten world to top things off, just to hit one of thousands of real problems.  I can do little... scratch that... I can do nothing about those things.  I can try to change when I go to bed and when I wake though.  And I did.  Going to bed at 3:00 I set my alarm for 11:00.  I slept two to three hours ahead of what had become the norm.  I set my alarm for 11:00, and... thereabouts... I woke.  My goal is to try to continue with this for about a week, then shift it back another notch, say sleeping at 1:00 and waking at 9:00 or 10:00.  It is merely a matter of taking control of what aspects of my life are within my grasp.  That is all.  But it is huge for someone who has so little control in so many areas, and can rarely even do this little trick.  Normally I have to wait weeks or months to sleep my way around the clock back to days.

I am having weird dreams.  Some are very life-like, possibilities, of the mundane sort.  Others are just the oddest concoctions a man could imagine.  Some don't even make sense in a way I could explain, other than the life of a being not even of the dimensions of which we are accustomed.  I am not remembering them much when I wake, just enough to know I had them.  The extra-dimensional dream?  I couldn't wrap my mind around what was happening WHILE the dream was happening.  Wild, I'll tell you.  Think of a cross of Picasso and Dali paintings come to life but in 1 1/2 or 2 1/2... or 10 1/2 or something dimensions.  It was so foreign to even my weird and expanded way of thinking of things...  Absolutely mind altering dreams.  I'm glad I can't remember much of that one.  Not that it was horrific, merely that it was so strange that thinking about it is a huge tax on all of my neuro-potential.  It doesn't cause a headache, the little I can see, it just overloads 'the machine'.  You would think someone would have to have used drugs to even imagine such things, but... nope.  Never used mind-altering stuff.  Thank God, too... if this or worse would be the result.  Then again, that my mind can even concoct something means I probably have an unheard of imagination quotient, and maybe some other faculties back there, hidden from my common conscious view.

Well, on to... something.  Get back to work!  :p