March 21st, 2005

emotional

Dreams... dreams dreams dreams...

There are times when dreams are so vivid that you wake up thinking they really happened.

There are times when dreams are so vivid that you actually THINK they really happened, and have to question yourself later if you're remembering reality or remembering a dream.

There are times when dreams are so true that you know if the events come to pass that's how they will play out. It's as if your mind is giving you a preview of what would come if certain events came to pass.

I hate wakeup calls from my own brain, sometimes. I know that in the long run it's better that I not travel this specific path, but the ponderances of that path were fun for a while. Ahh, well, I must find a new object for my fantasy! :)

me
Ever the hunter afraid of the sound of his own gun
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compton

It would be the knuckle of the toes...

...on the boot of Italy. The thinnest point of the Italian pensinula, where only 35 km separate the Tyrrhenian and Ionian Seas.

Marcellinara, in the province of Calabria. That's where my Italian ancestors hail from.

Now I have a reason to visit Italy besides the wine.

me
THAT'S Italian!
emotional

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you...

I've been wavering about whether or not to post this entry at all. Even as I type it, I'm still not sure that I will hit the "Post Entry" button at the bottom of the window. Why? Well, because there are folks who occasionally read here that will be impacted directly by what I write, and possibly not in a positive manner. Yes, yes, I could filter it. But I don't know that I really want to at this point. It's easier just to hit the reset button when I'm done venting my spleen.

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    deflated, but recovering