Odd coincedences, and dreams.

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An eruption of dreams.  One I had pretty much stored, remembered well.  As it neared the time to wake, a storm of dreams struck.  So many and so fast, each so deep and intense, that all memory was lost in the whirlwind.  Wars, and small home life as a child, myself or you, up, down, and away.  I literally lived through a dozen different lives and lifetimes in, probably, at most it seems to me, the last two hours of sleep.  I would hit one dream, then dump out of it, immediately into another, like the clicks heard from a girl jumping rope.  But the dreams, each themselves, could be intense but span a shorter part of a day, to time expansive in which I live a whole lifetime... or three.  I'm not a normal cat.  I don't... die when I die, not even always in dreams.  I've got slightly (extra) blurry vision and a minor twist of them mind because of it.  It would be like trying to study differential equations, while practicing a piece by Mozart, listening to Motorhead, on a treadmill, eating a sandwich, while thinking about my past loves.  Let us call it overload and be done with it?  Yeah. 

I called my friend last night.  I told him I would be in.  I also let him know I didn't know when.  My swing shift is in full rotation.  I have no idea when I will sleep, for how long I will sleep, or in what shape I will be when I wake.  I just knew that I wanted to get out.  And I thought he might want to.  His answer, to paraphrase, was... "Do I!?!".  So, yeah.  He just wanted me to show up in time to get him to his bank.  Uhrm, it might happen.  But I won't have time to run through my waking subroutines.  Oh... 'teh' horror.  Give or take.  My subroutines are splendid, but silly, things.  Probably a good way to give me a heartattack, but it hasn't worked yet.  *listening, anyone?*  :p

I love my gallows humor.  The cosmos seems to like it to, but like me doesn't really give a... ...what I think.  Oh, it roars, sometimes... when it doesn't get all stern like a woman who thinks she owns a part of my hide and doesn't think I should be painting a bullseye on it.   Doesn't quite always get my humor or lack of... uhrm... hmm... seriousness.  *bite me*  All good.  I love getting that solemn prissy feel from the universe.  And women.  Yum like bubblegum.  Chewy too!

I... knew Spock would be gone.  I see it is so.  No great personal loss.  He seems to have lived a good long life.  I hope it was good, I hope it was right, I hope he was ready, and though I didn't know him near as well as I knew Adam, I'll pray for the reposition of his soul.  Not a thing I do for all, but since I saw it...  I always feel a little guilty when... is foreknowledge causative?  Doubtful, but does one ever know this?  Or anything for sure?  No.  I also, as I was finishing the second of the books in the book of short stories, ran into the rare word... stiletto.  Used as I suggested about the dagger I purchased.  Sometimes things come together to... reinforce... or if I haven't done some things yet, to push.  God uses angels, but He also uses other means to communicate.  Especially for us whom the angels do not favor.  Or even fear.  So be it.

Ah, right... a shower... then all the fuss required to be to town.  Hmm... legs and ass are suggesting more coffee or they will go on strike.  So... I'll finish this, whistle past morning duties, and swing into the saddle as if I knew what I was doing.  Good day.  Oh, right, since I have to get to it, might as well be just a tadge grumpy, so...  Get off my damned porch!  Ah... now I feel better.  *grin*