When asleep and when awake.

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I didn't go down until 23:30 or so.  I suspected I would need a full eight hours of sleep, so gave myself nine hours, by the alarm.  Hey, an alarm clock is the outfielder counting on my hate of outfielders and batters, as a pitcher, to induce me to clear the innings without a hit.  I don't even like baseball.  :)  Shut up.  Yeah, feeling a bit of wit and cock this morning.  Rooster must crow!  Never the whit.  Thing is, I woke a bit before 3:30.  *pop*  Rather awake and alert, as the assist might suggest.  Now, I thought it was 4:30, so I went along with it.  Didn't realize the time until I was into full swing, and checked the clock then.  No problems, looks to be a good day.

I dreamed last night.  Several dreams.  One was of corn.  They had produced two nearly magical types of the stuff.  One could be consumed, and nourish or burn, but remain inviolate.  After the process, whatever process, the corn could be harvested fully from what should have been the leavings.  Not that, in all cases, even in the dream, would I have recommended that.  The other corn was consumed, but not.  I don't remember the mechanics of how that worked, perhaps a form of regeneration.  In any case, it was I was who tasked with deciding which to use.  But there was one company that wanted to obtain all rights to the corn that remained inviolate, and never use it, just keep it as a bargaining chip... like gold.  They would not feed the world, create fuel, only manipulate the markets with it.  They were brilliant, and evil.  I chose to stick with regular corn.  No, I am not against gmo's.  But these were purely unnatural.

There was another dream, in which God was speaking with me.  He offered to allow me to choose the fate of mankind, in various ways.  I can't remember all of it, the details of the control.  It was sort of a pop quiz on what I thought men should, and should not, be.  I erred on the side of letting each man decide what was right and wrong, to seek out his conscience, truth, and God, as he so desired.  I don't like how men are.  I don't like what we do.  I simply do not believe I, or any system at this point but the one God set in motion, should have, or can have, any good results through control, or reality changes, or limits.  Agonizingly frustrating, slow, meandering, and hard is the way.  But it is the only way to find the gifts God has set for us.  And then accept or reject those gifts.  Childish, brooding, obstinate, willful, and many other things, but God went through this before us and waits on the other side for those who decide to try maturity.  He carries us when we fail, if we simply do not give up.  Not a change, not a smidgen, did I request.  Only that, in our foolishness, He continue to abide us.  Me as much, or more at times, than any other.

I didn't write them, I just had them.  Oh, and God said to say hello.  :)  I must admit, that was one of the most powerful dreams I have ever had.  Even while dreaming it I felt... as if in an alternate reality, beyond that of dreamscapes.  Time and space seemed to warp, even in the dream.  Imagine if a mountain should speak to you using thunder as a voice, while you are deep in space, under water, with massive weightlessness.  I don't really know how else to try to explain it.  Oh, not that literal, just... on the fringes, I knew the dream was that different.  It put me to ease while terrifying me, somehow.

I washed the dishes I had set to soak, then set them to a rinse.  I am hoping to put a load of laundry in this morning.  Oh, and I didn't get the trash out, so I need to do that in a few hours.  I probably can't do two things back to back, so I will finish with the trash, including changing the cat litter, in a few hours.  Rest a bit, then start in on laundry.  While I was at dishes, I cleaned out the microwave and hit the counters and cooktop.  It's just a start on the counters and cooktop, but a decent one, for the day and into recovery.

While I missed three events yesterday, there is another today.  It is considered quite important, in my book, as well.  I do not know if I can make it, however.  It has been so long since I have been out, and on my feet for very long.  A man lost his young adult son.  A thing that should not happen.  His only son.  Swimming, pushing his limits, and he drowned.  He was with others but they did not see him go down.  I would trade my life, but that is not how God set things to happen.  I do harbor some jealousy.  To know one life and one death?  But I can only guess at the pain of the family.  I have lost brothers, a woman and child.  But not a son I had grown to know, raise.  And I can deny, usually do.  Just working on the fumes.  They are immersed in it.  I just don't know if I can make it.  I honestly can barely walk.  We'll see.

Well, on to another day in the sandbox.  Off to a good start, but already with more to do than I think I can do.  Some heavies, some light, some work done and remaining.  I'll give it a shot.  Later.