Not always, or even usually.

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To bed an hour earlier, this time, meant waking an hour earlier.  It was probably the prospect of having more cool in the morning that geared my body to wake earlier.  My mind, will, heart, and soul are various things that can act on my body.  But my body has been through so much that it, like a mule, will only accept input.  It will not, necessarily, do as instructed.  Then again, what it can do is amazing.  Therapy for ptsd is actually what finally allowed contact between the various natures.  That has been shattered, broken.  I think it is weak for most people, and limited.  Only those who have pushed their bodies to extremes begin to have rather developed natures, and sometimes connections between these natures.  If those types have a break, and those parts separate and no longer "talk", or even fear each other, there are... problems.  I called my flesh 'the beast' for a long time.  I wonder what it called me, or the other parts of it?  Didn't think to highly of the rest of us, either.  In combat it would blank "my" view.  Anyway... now we are closer to one, but... more like a committee.  Today the beast did as requested.  If that is more common, it isn't a sure thing.  *grins*

Dreams...

The first was a general dream in which I spoke with, and perhaps visited, my foster relatives.  They are "liberals", hardcore.  Lily-white minority lovers, white haters, do-gooders, who think they can make the world better through force of the state.  I don't think they even understand that their hubris is little, or often not at all, different from the NAZI regime.  Just put in some 'A's instead of A's, and change the motivations from genocide of others to genocide against one's own and you have the same program.  Still, as with my mother, I do love them.  I guess, even with the various forms of white devil, I think there might be hope.  :p

Me?  I believe there is hope.  I believe the world can be better, and can be brought to be better.  It just won't happen through the force of state.  It will happen when people insist that their government, or really the people running government in our stead since we the people ARE the government, live up to real standards.  Not impossible standards that allowed people like Stalin and Hitler to blackmail their way to power, not lawful standards, but moral, social, ethical standards that are true... based on things that aren't variable.  Anyway, it was good to see them.  Even if in a dream.
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The next was about a flavor.  I think I dreamed of this, or thought of this before this year, and blogged about it.  In the dream I went seeking some type of lemon, lime, and mix of those, drinks.  A brew, like a beer, another sort like a spirit of some sort... like a lemon cider, and the other a liqueur, though I thought one type was a bit stronger.  No idea.  I've not really had good luck with the ciders I have tried.  Might have to explore those a bit.  As to the others?  Perhaps a schnaps, for the one?  I can only imagine, say, a lemon or lime flavored vodka or such for a spirit.  Don't know.  Might not even go there.  Just a dream, but they sure quenched my thirst in the dream.
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More detail, but nothing interesting, to my point of view, beyond the summaries.  I don't always feel like typing a short story, especially just about a search for something to drink.  The foster family visit was short, and most of it personal.  I just put out the bit as a thought tied to other thoughts I had in the dream.  Yes, I tell people just such things, if they bother to ask.  If you don't want my analysis, don't ask... by the way.

On to waking and the rest of my day.  Later.