A bit of a headache.

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And a bit too cool.  I keep heating water, for coffee.  The forget it.  I'll get to it this time.  I need the warmth.  I took painpills earlier, for a variety of gripes.  It worked on most things.  A headache wasn't among the then problems.  It is now.

The idea, I think, is to game a bit.  Take aspirin with coffee.  Enjoy life a short while.  Then go on to bed.  Hoping to be rested for tomorrow.  So that, perhaps, I can get to work on the kitchen.  Another day, or two, of, mostly, fasting.  Fatted coffee today, maybe the other days.  Not sure.  Or skip even that, the next waking period.  Don't know, will think on it.

Remembering dreams.  Flight.  I could fly.  Fast.  There was a café in France, and outdoor place.  With what we would call side dishes.  Olives and charcuterie, pasta dishes though I don't think they offered meats with those, cheeses and fruits.  You wouldn't want to go there too hungry.

It took a while to get there quickly.  I could, in my dreams, fly at essentially the speed of light.  Exactitude?  Probably not exactly possible, over such a short distance.  But for all intents and purposes, it was basically instantaneous movement.  I have stopped going, in my dreams.  The place has become infested.

Anyway, I keep thinking of the place.  Not sure what happened to the owners.  Probably just realized real folk wouldn't go there anymore, so sorted out and got out.  It was a scheme, most are.  No better, really, than McDonalds over here.  Still, I liked the idea of liking the place.  Pretending the owner, or operator, was an old friend.  Their food was... questionable, but tasted great (or one could believe it did?).  Just... like fast food here.

So many delusions we choose to abide.  We know better.  Even those who... don't, in some sense really do.

I remember it taking a week or two of practice, to make the travel quicker.  Until I could just know where I was going and, basically, be there.  Over time, in my dreams, there were a few places, around the world. I learned to path to, so as to be there very quickly.  Initially, it might take a very long time to get places, having to hunt for the place, travel closer, and closer, miss going too far or too short, then keep trying.

It seemed to only take minutes, in real time.  But it was so annoying that it seemed to take the proverbial "forever".  Though, there was another way.  If I wanted to look in on someone I knew, well, liked or loved?  I could do that.  Somehow locating to them, through them.  Not sure how that worked, but it was interesting.

Oh, I was about to, in a day dream, go to the spot in France.  Then I remembered it is no longer there, or really in France anymore.  So I didn't go.  Just had to laugh about things.  I almost suspect there is more to it than I might suspect.  Dreams are potent, so are we.  In ways we don't fully understand, not quite yet.

Hmm... on to coffee.  And gaming.  Then on to bed in an hour or two.  Good evening, night, morning, or wherever time finds you.  Later or good night.