Dark Dreams and Scary Forgotten Things

Last night, I arrived home from the depths of the long day I had. My mind was foggy and my body sluggish. I reeled at the smallest of things and was surprised by almost everything. That is what happens when I am super tired.

I sat down on the couch, raspberry tea in hand, and turned on one of my shows. I followed the story for all of 2 minutes before I was drifting off to sleep.

Twilight.

My mind swam voices, images, and different things floating in and out. Woken out of the slumbering sleep by my own obnoxious snore, I rolled over, and fell back asleep. My head lolled and my mind snapped back into the ever-sleep.

Conversations arrived simmering around the edges as the cadence of the voices leaped with each rising pitch. The voices still in a loll as if talking to someone through a pillow. One sounded off, like a woman's voice in a deep ocean. Deep yet high controlled by ever soft whispering.

My brain turned off. The world slipped away, and all that I had known was forgotten. My dreams leaped through my mind sending me skittering through my imaginations appeal. I couldn't help myself as I was flung back and forth over and again.

Memories, nightmares, and day-dreams ever present in my mind. Each a forbidding tone written within the depths of imaginations rhyme. Held onto by generations past and ever forgotten things I have at long last remembered. Challenged and forgotten things that never seem to find the truth of day.

My mind swirled and brought things never seen before, people never that I have met, and long lists of things that might come to fruition in the deep spaces of time that seem to be lost within the dream-scape.

I found myself on the run for my life. Things chasing me that I couldn't escape. I pulled out a bone sword. Familiarity, I had seen it before. I swung the blade hacking at the lifeless moving body trying to tear into me.

A memory bubbled to the surface, me. I stood by a counter piling on gear. I remembered the turmoil of the last four decades. There were those of us who had survived and those who had turned. I was old and yet still looked prime. I had contracted a virus that left me unchanged by time. In fact my group was dead. We were yet we didn't rot like the corpses that chased us night and day.

I had left my whispering ax behind. The memory of it's amazing power dripping from my fingers as each swing sliced like butter through anything in my way.

Pain tore through me as I was roughly hurled back to the present. My hear pounding in my chest beating a death rhythm into me. The bone blade broke. Scrambling, looking, I sought another weapon. I didn't see one. I turned to run.

A hand grabbed my ankle and I felt a small twinge of pain. I had been cut. My life was over. I looked at my companions and saw the pain written in their faces as they realized what I would become. Tears sprang to my eyes. I couldn't believe it. It couldn't be true.

What had I lived through to only die here! Why? I thought to myself my abilities for all I had I was nothing against the might of this virus that was no doubt re-writing my DNA.

I woke. Sweat dripping from my brow. Sleep clinging to me trying to pull me back under. I clambered out of be. Scared wondering if I really was awake. Hesitant as the dream-scape still held me in check my fears not yet dawning the truth.

I slowly walked out of the bedroom. I had a glass in hand. Even in sleep, prepared for danger. I walked around the house. My head slowly awakening. Realization dawned on me. I was finally awake. Literally in the physical world.

I found myself. Tired, scarred, and very confused. Why had my mind gone to something I so feared and something I rarely watch for fear of these dreams?

I sank onto the couch and after awhile sleep claimed me for a dreamless few hours.

So I had dreamed this last night, and felt like sharing it. Not sure if others ever have nightmares like that. I didn't go into as much detail as my dream was. I dream very vividly. I pay attention to detail, and that is both a blessing and a curse, because my dreams always seem realistic. Every little thing has meaning and great detail.

Share your dreams. I would love to read about them. Dreams are meaningful.



The last week has really flown by so fast I didn't have time to get on here. It was one of those weeks. You know what I mean? Between bad reviews on my blog to irritated customer's at work it was just a hard long week.

Also, for those of you who are avid bloggers.

Just so you know, if I don't come up to your expectations you do not have to berate me because you think I am doing it wrong. I don't write for people's pleasure. I simply write because I like to write. Nothing more and nothing less.

If you don't like it, you don't have to read it.

The Magic of Morning

So today, I wake up to a new day expecting the world to flourish with my imaginations appeal. I dream of things that will go on today, and hope for new things to come. My life peeling open before me as my brain begins to awaken from the deep sleep.

My eyelids open and sight returns to my eyes. The light of day filtering in through my curtains. Zeke beside my bed chirping and whistling to himself. Thoughts begin to rumble through me each carrying a different sensation of emotional descent.

I hear the walls creak and the house swell as it breaths in the sweet air of the morning. As if to say, "Today is a new day."

I groan and stretch my muscles squealing with pleasure as they are slowly awoken from their relaxing night. I slowly crawl to the end of my bed through mountains of pillows and soft lush covers. As my feet touch down upon the carpet and I feel each and every individual strand touch lightly against my feet a sense of peace overwhelms me.

Home, that word resides within me. Playing a soft melody in the back of my mind. This melody the simple sounds of my morning beginning to wake the house and the world around me. Each thing I do adding to the frenzied beat of my melody.

I walk into the bathroom the cold tiles beneath me making my feet ache in pleasure. Thoughts of autumn and winter come to me. I see the fire place lit up and warming the hearth. A nice steaming cup of coffee sits beside me on the mantle as my legs are stretched out before me.

I glance out the window and am brought back to the present. Sunday during the early summer months when the birds twittle and sing, the bugs hum and twottle, and all the sounds sing together to form a sweet summer symphony. A smile warms my lips. For a change summer seems nice. Like a sweet kiss from the sun to me.

I brush my teeth and think through the things I must accomplish today. One thing looms before me. A friend I must find. My mind runs away as I see heavy, wet rain drops fall from over encumbered clouds. Rain. My friend, Rain, I are to go out and have fun today. My eyes light up and the sun reminds me today is a good day.

Up the stairs I climb an adventure at my feet. Where will I be swept off to? Whom shall I see? My day before me. I reach along the banister feeling the smooth wood beneath each of my fingers. I grip and pull myself forward. I arise to the top of the world and see all stretched before me. The living room full of hope and love, the kitchen breathing fresh life, and the world beyond the windows of home seeming to stretch forever across a canopy that life has made.

I can not help but take a deep breathe, as the savory flavors and scents of the air rush to meet me. A good day this is, one to not be forgotten. I grab the handle of the fridge the cold steel pressed against my palm. As the door pulls free of its prison I reach in for the berries of ever-laughter.

Each berry filled with joy and brimming with song. Each bite becoming a happy praise. I munch and crunch each and everyone. Taking great pleasure in this great fun.

As my meal is down and my stomach full, I seek out the day. I cannot let it get away.


In a nutshell this was my morning. I wanted to share my fun world! I hope you liked it!

Live Free or Die Hard

So after work I was driving home, and I decided to call my dad to see what was going on this evening. We chatted about work and social circles. What came up shocked me. My dad is a CEO of a business and one of his workers died. Gary died. 

Now those of you who may own businesses or work at places that you don't care who you work with its just a job, right? Well, with my dad's business all the employees matter. Each and everyone of them is valued. Heck, they are family.

I knew Gary, maybe not as well as most, but he was a jolly soul. Literally. He was one of the greatest guys to be around when you were having a bad day. He always cracked cheesy jokes. He always said, "I love my job." Whether in sarcasm or seriousness, we will never know, but it was his attitude toward it.

So the last and probably best story I have with Gary is this.

One day, a few summers back, I had been working out on a job with Gary and Roger. I was tearing off roofing and they were laying new shingles. I had been holding myself because I really, really had to use the bathroom. I held it, however, and it kept getting worse and worse. Finally, I was clambering up the side of the roof and it was like all hell rained down in my underpants. 

I was like "uh-oh" and so I ran down the roof wheeled my legs to go faster down the latter, and then told the guys I had to leave to go to Casey's Gas Station. So as quickly as possible I drove to Casey's where I took care of my "needs".

Upon my return Gary and Roger looked at me as I grinned in total embarrassment. I told them, "I...uh...crapped my pants." Gary and Roger doubled over with laughter. For a good five minutes we all laughed.

It is a good memory. Anyway, Gary was a man that lived freely, and his death was hard to take. Upon finding out I cried on the rest of the drive home. I'll miss you, Gary. 

Friends are the greatest treasure.

Easy

I know so much of the time I am supposed to do the right thing, ya know? I never seem to get that down. Somehow I always get stuck on me and how I effect the world around me.

This week I've met a lot of interesting people all with different life styles and things they do. I want to make a positive impact ya know? Like my first impression. Sometimes like last night you hit it off just plain and simply wrong. You miss judge the personality or the attitude of that person.

I meet a girl yesterday. Not the kinda girl that wants to date or anything. She just wants friends ya know? So I brought up some chill things to do. We text for awhile and she suddenly stops talking. LoL things about texting is that most of the time texting is very misunderstood, over interpreted, or very assumptive.

Well, me being at the height of the night and already a little over strung, I flipped. Basically telling her to have a good life. So she texts back, "You, too." or something similar.

See that right there a first impression one of the blocks that is built in any relationship. What's that say about who I am now? lol A freak? Yeah, maybe it does. Thing is life is all about choices. So which ones will I choose?

In Ten years where will I be? What will I have accomplished? What kind of man will I have become?

When I think about these things I greatly wonder at my life and the choice I have made because they all matter. There is a saying I like, "Take care of the pennies and the dollars will take care of themselves."

See what this means is life is all about the small stuff. If you take care of the tiny detail.... In reality the details that are the foundation for the big ones then everything will sort itself out.

See in a business or corporation you can't just get one Big Job here and there, no, you have to get those smaller jobs too. Without the smaller jobs you won't have as much business. See the smaller jobs generate money and after a time the money adds up, but that isn't the only thing.

Having smaller jobs means dealing with families or smaller based business. Through this kind of exposure you generate what I like to call a "storm", because now people are talking about you and the work you have done. Guess what else falls into this category?

That's right, first impressions. How you conduct yourself on the job. How you talk, the way you walk, and your body language. People are always watching you, and the best time to do the right thing is when you think no one is watching. Especially at that time.

Why you ask?

Let me tell you a story my dad told me.

When my dad was 13 or 14 he worked at a burger joint in Kansas. He said he always tried to do his best, especially since the owner of the joint took a chance on him since he was 14 and not 16 like most others young employees.

So one day the boss sends my dad out to scrub this oily grimy patio. He gets out there and guess what no one is around, but instead of slacking off he puts his all into scrubbing this patio. I mean he is sweating profusely, and working that scrubber back and forth like his life depends on it.

Later, after he had gotten home and a few days passed by, his dad told him, "You know when you were scrubbing the patio outside?" My dad nodded. "Well, turns out the boss was watching. He said you did a really good job."

As I told you up top he looked around and there was no one watching. Thing is even when you think that there is always a chance someone is, and it is especially important to show that even though no one is you still are going to work hard.

Anyway, guys I've got to go, but my challenge today is be the best you can be. Make decisions that will inherit you in the future and not in a bad way, but in a good way. Show yourself approved by God and man.

Until next time.

Inner Desires

Dreaming.

Think about that word.

Dreaming. What is the basic definition of dreaming?

According to Webster Dictionary it is a series of thoughts, visions, or feelings that happen during sleep, or an idea, or vision that is created in your imagination and that is not real, or something that you have wanted very much to do, be, or have for a long time.

Does this sum it up for you?

It doesn't sum it up for me. I think dreaming goes way beyond just the simplistic viewings of life. It goes way beyond the normal side of life and touches the magic or make-believe side of life.

Yes it is there. I live in that side of life, maybe too much of the time in reality. I wish and create and dream and I always make it a point to ask people the most bizarre questions, not because I am weird, but because I believe in the power of dreaming.

See dreaming has this thing called hope attached to it, and yeah some things can't be touched, like super powers, but come on! Wouldn't it be cool if it were possible?

Yes, yes it would.

Look I am not saying let's just jump on the crazy train and live life in wacko-ville but dreamers are needed. Why you ask?

Because who are the people who get you to think outside the box? Who encourages you to reach for the stars and push your own limits so you can become great?

We do! The dreamers!

So I know, I know this isn't exactly what you had in mind, but when Life gives you lemon's make orange juice! I know usually you would take the lemon and make lemonade, but I am saying instead of just settling go for something bigger and better.

Don't go with the flow take a stand and dream a little bigger. Sure dreaming is easy, but putting it into action takes a lot of hard work, but see the thing is that is what the real dreaming is made of in life, work. 

Work, sucks, we know it does, but without the action there would be know sense of accomplishment. Life would be utterly pointless, so what I propose is a challenge for this week.

Dream a dream. Create it. Start off small, but see if you can infect people IN A POSITIVE WAY! With your creativity.

And tell me how it goes.

The Happy Week

So this week, was very difficult and yet when I realized the simplicity of life in general it was simple.

Here let me go into a bit more detail.

So beginning of the week, Sunday. In my life I have many responsibilities and many issues leading up to my completion of the those details. I know we all do to an extent. We all have a right to go through with doing the responsibility and taking care of the situation, or just letting it slide on by like nothing's wrong.

However, should we decide to let it slide on by there is always a reaction to the original action. In this case letting it slide on by creates general chaos and problems not only in my life but in others around me. So Monday my parents come home from a trip and I didn't lift a finger to clean even though I knew they would come home expecting the house to be in a word "spotless".

From this lack of responsibility on my part, the house was in total disarray, the lawn well past cutting date, the floors in total need of vacuuming and mopping, and the dog has bristols and burrs all over her nice white coat.

This may not seem bad to any younger generations out there, but when you get older, or in this case if you are older you simply know this is a case of the "no no's". Meaning I was bad and should be put to work immediately to fix the problem.

So Tuesday rolls around.

My mother is a very tidy woman. She expects the best and nothing less. She is very nice and would never intentionally cause harm, but she does hold us to high standards. My sister moving away right after high school got off a little easy.

I, however, went to Texas, South Korea, Thailand, and Mexico before returning home to work and go to college. (I am moving out this fall.) Since I am the eldest and I still live at home instead of rent I do all the estate chores.

I mow the lawn, do the dishes, vacuum, mop, bathrooms, anything that is broken, new projects (putting furniture or shelving or any particular project of any kind) I put into action. And I do it with a smile. Literally.

The thing is after Tuesday, Wednesday, and Today, Thursday, I have learned that life will keep going on with or without you.

The best way to get through it is to put on a smile DECIDE to BE HAPPY AND JOYFUL. No Matter What Happens. Because life is always going this way and that and we never can be totally sure what will happen or if it will go our way.

So the only thing we can really truly control is how we will respond to said situations. I believe too much of the time everyone is always focused on everyone else's situations and what they did wrong and not on themselves.

If Bob Denchers gripes all the time and is always negative and overall brings everyone's moods to a growly irritated state it may be hard, but you CAN DECIDE to Stand Up And Be THE BETTER MAN/WOMAN and BE HAPPY.

To really be happy and joyful it takes a decision on your part. It isn't always a feeling. SO Like the lady I had come through the line on her cell phone not knowing which way might be up, down, left or right and I am trying to instruct her on what to do. She wouldn't listen was on the phone and yelling like she has every right. Bottom line she is being irresponsible and inappropriate.

BUT I had made the decision earlier that day despite a mishap to BE HAPPY in spite of how I felt or what I was going through. SO I plastered a smile on until I did feel it. When this lady came on through I smiled even though she was bad mouthing everything and everyone I handled the situation because I knew where I stood.

I knew how I would act. I had resolve in the situation because the decision to be happy about standing all day in the heat dealing with irritating and even sometimes infuriating people was mine to make. I didn't leave it up to someone else to effect me.

I decided I would effect the situation positively. The lady got on her way and we were all better for it, but the mood didn't change to upset because the decision to be happy was made. Even if it was just me the team was effected positively.

So in the good the bad and everything in between. You always have a decision. What will you choose?

Look up Philippians 4:13

Well, I'm out until next time.