Saturday, October 14, 2017

A nap, a dream, and a strange song upon waking.

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I could  not remain awake.  It seemed late for a nap, choice was not in my hands.  I seemed to sleep so very long, to my mind, that I attempted to sleep on through to some version of tomorrow.  I failed.  Waking, I looked at my clock. It suggested 7:30 something.  Couldn't be.  It runs as a 24-hour device, which... not possible for me to have slept that long, was it?  After a bit of confusion I checked again... 15:20 and change.  Don't ask, I simply don't know.  Wakeful dreaming, or perhaps I hit the button to show the alarm time?  Let me check that...  What a relief, 7:30 alarm and it is easy to bump that button.  As to why I thought I slept so long, however, I don't get.  Sleeping almost half the time of a usual nap.  Ah well, I'll chalk it up to free sleep, somehow.

I that mess a dream.  A women became... close... friends.  She seemed to wish for more.  Between doubting my own lying eyes, wanting to doubt, and concern that she might not understand fully, I had frozen any advancement.  Finally, frustrated, she just came out and asked.  She read here that I considered 30 to be too old, which to her meant I was looking for a youner woman to marry.

I had to laugh.  Aye, I had indicated that, true.  I failed to suggest all though.  While 30 was too old, it is also too young.  A... bit of a binding trick, one I never thought would be tested.  I, that is all I remember.

My video queu has again died at youtube.  Or quit for the last three days, as it has been for months, perhaps a year or more.  It's what they do to the politically incorrect, I assume.  From time to time something(s) sneak, or burst, through.  Even so, a song new to me popped.  The name, after recent songs and notions, plus the dream?


I tell you this... if there is a good woman, who is interested, out there, and she doesn't play too coy or the obverse?  I'll spend time seeing if we can make each other believers. God knows, literally, such a thing would fill my new life in Him to the brim.  How strange, and wonderful, however things turn out.  A simple dream, hope, cures a man of much... pain, sadness, loss.

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