Posts Tagged ‘Dreams’

Cross

Posted: 7th December 2009 by ~m in Christmas, Cool Sites, Dreams, God, Holidays, Life, Personal, PhoBlogs, Sleep, Truth, dark, hope, prayer, questions, wishes
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It is during this time of the year that I generally go into an emotional cocoon;
my own kind of hibernation and self preservation mode.
December 1st until January 2nd, my internal sensors (censors) go into a Lockdown setting.
Life is hectic, loud and screaming with white and pink noise.
I need a celestial graphic EQ (equalizer) to take [...]

Sleeping the Hemingway

Posted: 3rd June 2009 by ~m in Creative, Dreams, Sleep, amazing, dark
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There is a speck of truth to this Hemingway quote for yours truly.
I’m thinking for everyone else as well.
I do love my sleep and the thought of turning off the invisible faucet still dripping with the miscommunications and shortfalls of the day now past me.
Maybe it’s no surprise that tomorrow is only accessible by passing through
the mysterious and stygian gates of slumber.
The world of all things nocturnal has always held a strange fascination with me.
I’ve found that when I write a fair amount of memoir during the day, my dreamworld is filled with
many things, some good and some not so good.
I searched the net and found some incredible facts regarding sleep . . .

Jasper Dreams

Posted: 23rd April 2009 by ~m in Baseball, Cigars, Dreams, Family, Life, Love, Memoir, Old Days, Personal, Truth, alzheimer's disease, blues, chances, clothing
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My father’s dresser stood roughly 5′ high and was made of a dark striped mahogany.
The handles were brushed bronze and made an interesting ‘clink’ after drawer was opened.
The most interesting thing was an item sitting on top of it;
a cast iron piggy bank that weighed about 3 lbs. with a lock on the underside of [...]

An evening with JC

Posted: 15th October 2008 by ~m in Angels, Blogging, Books, Creative, Dreams, Ghosts, Life, Personal, Reading, Sacred, Truth, amazing, bald, chances, hero, wishes, writing
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It was a beautiful night as I rode the Red Line into Cambridge.
From my window, the Longfellow Bridge offered up a brilliant panoramic view of Boston’s Back Bay settling into ‘night mode’.
I made my way to the Harvard Bookstore wondering what the evening would hold.
If you like bookstores, you would fall in love with this [...]

Wysteria

Posted: 8th October 2008 by ~m in Dreams, Ghosts, Insomnia, Life, Personal, dark, flash fiction, storms, weather, women
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I can see her from my bedroom window on some of the warm and humid summer nights.
She stands motionless bathed in a slice of cobalt blue moonlight, staring up at me, waiting, wanting, needing something my lethargic mind can’t quite comprehend.
Whispers crawl around my bedroom floor rising to my waiting ears, words that have no [...]

Climb

Posted: 23rd September 2008 by ~m in Angels, Creative, Dreams, Family, Life, Love, Personal, Truth, chances, fathers and daughters, flowers, flying, off to college, prayer, wishes, women
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{for my 3 young ladies}
Go higher than you ever thought you could.
Climb the ladder of success, whatever that is for you.
Climb your way to the top.
Take as long as you need: no one is watching the clock (except maybe you).
Before you reach out to hold onto something, make certain it’s strong enough to support you.
Grit [...]

Apple, Pickler and Parmesan

Posted: 23rd June 2008 by ~m in Dreams, Humor, Life, Or not, Sleep, Truth, chances, sexy, weird, women
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For two nights in a row I’ve dreamed of Gwyneth Paltrow.
No rhyme, no reason.
Maybe it’s the part of my brain still coming down from my Kelli Pickler fantasies.

Now the strangest part is that me and Gwyneth are in Grand Central Station in New York and she’s trying to buy a ticket.
I keep trying to get [...]

Our Wish

Posted: 1st May 2008 by ~m in Family, Life, Love, Music, Truth
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Mom and I love you, Doc
Keep the faith . . .

Zero for Zooz

Posted: 31st March 2008 by ~m in Dreams, Headphones, Insomnia, Jazz music, Mingus, Music, Personal, Sleep, weird
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Late night, Duke Street
the wet cobblestones shine and sparkle, bubble and squeak; and the dense fog rolls in
the clock tower chimes twelve
And it’s Zero for Zooz
Westminster.
Late night, Duke Street
the gauzy moon bleeds and drips, gaslights burn
and gossamer sheets of a hazy white sift through
the inimical clouds of night
the clock tower chimes three
And it’s [...]

5 Miles to Vandmere

Posted: 20th March 2008 by ~m in Dreams, Life, Personal, Sleep, the Cosmos, weird
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I’m sitting cross-legged on a mysterious and deserted beach with nothing but the sound of the incoming tide.
The ocean is dark, brooding and occasionally offers up a glimpse of a dying whitecap. There’s a slight breeze but for the life of me I can’t tell if it’s warm or cool, it just is.
The full moon [...]

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