Category: Daily

I have been avoiding writing about Bringer for the past couple of days following my struggle to get Johnathan into a boat.

My reluctance is due to my desire to avoid a flat out inventory description of Johnathan.  It may be time to bring that to an end.  I need to have an mug shot of the guy so I know what he looks like and so that I have that dry piece of work out of the way.  Like a rough sketch I can poke and prod the image until it looks the way I want.

For now, I am going to leave the thought of doing in my head and the actual doing in the future.  Need to let this one cool before I strike.

I have my window open!

Summer took a break.  I have no doubt it will return to close the windows, but for today it’s gone.

This time of year in the mountains of Colorado I would be looking for the first snow.  Probably only a good dusting–dry and light–would appear.  On the ground in the direct morning sun it would melt into chilly dew, but it would remain in the shadows till noon.

Here in Oklahoma I’m going to plumb my flannel resources for whats remains.  I am sure I won’t be able to wear anything I have all day.  At least I can start with a nice reminder of my old home.

In the past several years I have not had any trouble pulling the obvious parallels from the chaotic events of my dreaming.  The first trick seems to be understanding that it’s a conversation you are having with yourself.  The second is recapitulating the events verbally.

I believe most people ascribe to the hope that dreams are the metaphysical way to get instruction or that they are simply colorful, sometimes entertaining, brain farts with no other meaning.  While I am not sure there is meaning in the deepest sense of the word, I do believe there is information to be had from dreams.  It’s your way of telling yourself things.  Not new things, not unknown things, but things you already know, but again, this time from a different perspective.

That perspective changes or evolves.  Sometimes the approach is blatant, other times obscure, nearly always comical, but rarely mystical.  The changing perspective requires that you talk to yourself again and out loud.  Or if not out loud then at least in your head, but consciously this time.  I find describing the events or actors in non-stereotypical ways to be useful.  You don’t call a clown a clown, you call it a colorfully dressed silly person.  And he’s not jumping on your 3rd grade report card, he’s treating evidence of your early education with disrespect.  When the dream sufficiently blurred you can hunt for silly people and early education to fit with what you know in the concrete world.

The challenge in all this is being able to accept the parts that aren’t so flattering about yourself.  The dreams that reveal you to be timid, vindictive, petty, selfish, venal, or clumsy seem to be the prominent ones.  Maybe that’s just me.  I guess I don’t need as much subconscious back patting since I do that enough consciously.  Uh oh, there’s some nocturnal introspection waiting to happen.

I did not dream of clowns or report cards last night.  I dreamt that I was impersonating others.  That I was trying to pretend I was someone else or that I could be someone else.

After all this explaining and filtering, you have to decide if you subconscious is a liar, an impartial judge, or a goading friend.