Weird night.

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Dreams.  Lots of them if I only remember one, urhm, specifically.  It helped me remember, or deepened really, my appreciation for the true sort of love that can happen between a man and a woman, if by pointing out the wrong sort.  I can see good love, in waking.  And I know bad from good as plainly as the nose on my face.  There are many, especially among elites, who have no such discernment.  To a degree it seems to be a requirement for being an elite.  Is it money, power, and fame that corrupt?  Is it the greed, or chase, for those things?  I hope it isn't absolute, though it sure seems to be at least a vast majority thing.  Reasoned living, if small and somewhat broken in my case, is much preferred.

Of course, that wasn't all my dreams concerned.  I'm just a... sort of man.  Gah!

Different pictures, same events.  All I'm saying.

I woke at 22:00, after hitting it around 17:00.  I forced myself to figure out how to get more sleep.  I don't know what gives, I just know that was too short of a sleep to allow me a noon outing tomorrow.  I haven't had that sort of hard wake mid-sleep in a while.  I don't know how long it took me to get back to sleep, but I don't think it was long if it was a bit of a trial.  All good, though, making it to 2:00, giving me nine hours, minus perhaps an half or full hour of weird waking time.

The furnace is on, though I might turn it up just a bit first thing to break the sleep chill.  That sure helped yesterday, if a bit late to get a real start on anything else.  Today I won't negotiate, heat up front.  A little reading right off, if I probably don't remember all I have posted or read.  It goes into the psyche and gets torn apart, reassembled, and then possibly regurgitated personally or through my writing.  Life and thoughts are a perpetual clearing house, projects in the works, nothing is or ever will be completed.

Best to start off with a solid foundation and corner stones, something I came to late in life albeit.  With the universe crumbling around me, and my own notions proving wrong time and again, I had to do something.  While there is Matthew 20:1-16, I don't take that for granted.  For one there is always at least another.  In this case, at least, there is Matthew 25:14-30.  The late worker will be paid as the first and early starter, but what he does with the gifted talents will also weigh on the things.  While God gives, He also takes away, according to us in the final goal.  Here on earth?  He doesn't micromanage, from what I have seen, if He will lend His spirit and angels, if those aren't to be tested, even by His Son.  As in Genesis 6:3, where He says one or two things.  I personally shall think He says two very separate things.  Thoughts indeed.

Well, yes, on to... probably a bit of gaming to attempt to reinstate a physical sense of things in an energy light manner.  Sneaky I will need to be, attentive to detail, locations, methods, and... with a sense of the preciousness of life... in the season for that.  No thing is a small thing, let it not be to your peril.  Understand that which you lay your hands to, be it dark or bright, is your will and is what you know to be true, or don't lay your hands to it.

Later.