Dreams

Dreams are funny things. When i remember them, i can narrate them from start to finish. Its almost a film, except its usually shot in first person and in vibrant colors.

Its something ive always done and has led to some pretty odd moments of deja vu when, at times, i see or feel like ive already done something before. Of course, there are times where the dream is slightly too fantastical for an event to occur, but many are pretty grounded in the realm of plausible.

Dreams have always intrigued me though. The composition, the stark differences between mine and others. The narrative and the disjointed. The sensations.

One somewhat recurring dream isnt really recurring, just the ability is. I feel very light compared to the gravity around me. Everything else retains its normal properties, but i am able to easily spring as high as a telephone pole and, in many circumstances, glide forwards at the very least twice as high as i can jump.

It feels so natural that i feel extremly weighed down when i awaken, however there are rare times a retain the feeling for five minutes after i wake up and actually feel lithe and agile as any living thing. Its always a dissapointment to come away from that feeling.

The mind is quite a strange and unique thing. I despise that i lack the ability to draw because of the amazingly detailed Tim Burton-esque imaginings that, instead of being dark, are more happy go lucky and light.

I concede that one reason i like  www.vinnieveritas.com flashe animations so much is that it nearly perfectly captures my good dreams so well, albeit in a kess detailed manner than i see them. Its difficult to describe exactly the feeling i get from it.

The nightmares do come occasionally, but im often able to remind myself im dreaming and start to try to understand why im dreaming these things in the dream. I become more of an investigator trying to uncover the cause, which becomes the driving force of the nightmare. Rather than events just happening, i take a proactive role to combat them and some sort of yet discovered player constantly seems to mock my efforts and attempt to intimidate me by being two steps ahead. This only incites further investigation. I wonder when ill catch up to them and figure out what exactly is going on and why.

Thoughts abound but im done for now. Have a good night!

Slow Motion

I found an app that will let me use my blog at work called "blogaway". I guess i dont have much excuse not to write now. Heh.

It feels so amazing outside. I actually almost miss working in pools on days like this. Granted, once i remember the stress and rushing to get everything done and fix any issues while at the customers houses, i dont feel so bad.

Still, being outside was lovely. Everything feels like its in slow motion a little bit when i stand out there. Its the kind of day id be happy to sit outside with some juice and just watch the wind move the grass, the trees, and the clouds. Either that or to just sit near a beach and feel the ocean spray.

@sayax says i have 2 modes. Intent on accomlishing something and off. Day to day, that does seem pretty true, but its not how i wholly want to be.

I think i may actually take the bike out when i get home. Where, i dont know, but i just want it to be as warm and to feel that same bit of peace this evening that i can sense now. that and for the chain not to clank through the gears haltingly.

Still, down in Baltimore, its odd. The mix of business and poverty all in this one area doesnt seem as blatant with the weather like it is. Im considering just going down and walking the inner harbor after work just because. Less traffic that way anyways.

Maybe ill do that and go down to the police station and try to get my interview done on the fly... hm...

All i know is im not a terribly big fan of being cooped up in here when the weather out there is so amazing.

First Post

I don't often write anymore for the sole reason that I hardly feel like I have much to add to the world in the way of useful, original, and insightful content.

I end up looking around online and seeing so many of my own words being echoed in forums, other blogs, and articles online.

It's not that I am incapable of writing materials, more that my writing had been so driven by my emotions when I was younger, I now feel as though my current form lacks the passion (or fury) of my original writing. It doesn't feel potent to me when I read it back to myself. Granted, a certain irony is found in reading something I've written and expecting it to sound fresh.

@IcemanAsakura came by today and we watched the first 3 episodes of The Pacific. It was enjoyable to sit down and watch something good on the LCD TV in full quality. Afterward, I was happy to hear that his gf expressed a desire to learn how to shoot and took him out back with the .22 Short Minx pistol to see if it'd fit her needs. After 3 shots, he said it likely would. Good deal.

It would appear that my workplace is finally settling in some ways. The ladies there seem to have accepted me as a fixture in the branch and don't panic at the slightest thing as often. I also appreciate they don't see me as purely an errand boy when they order food from the surrounding take-out places.

I do have a number of stories about the bums that tend to surround where I work as well. I may need to start writing them from time to time, just so that I don't forget them. I remember that my pool days offered me a great many stories which could be told for "great justice".

I don't intend to be at the branch forever though... Someday soon I'd like to either be signing myself into the US Army Reserve or the National Guard as an MP or onto one of the surrounding Police Departments. I've little care to remain in my current position. I have someone to care for beyond myself and in my work, I tend to be a service-oriented person rather than personal gain. It's one reason I never did enjoy commissioned sales from either of the times I had been in it.

All the same, a first post it is. Let's see where this one takes us.