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Bizarre Synchronicity (with edit)


I'd say I burned all the things I have but I can't do that because in my religion, burning somethign with another person's energy is a cruel lust spell.  I either returned it, donated it or buried it under a tree.  It sucks to be a spiritual nutcase. 

 

Today I am thankful for an old saying.  

It's just a shame that I can't remember it. 

I'll just paraphrase. 

It's been said that the divine will present you with the same experiences over and over until you learn the lesson. 

I obviously haven't learned a darn thing because 

the dreams are still there. 

I can use hypnosis to mess with what I remember. 

It may offend a certain person to say that I remember dreaming of him as a stubborn goat. 

Well, maybe not....

he kinda looked like Pan. 

Maybe it's not an insult. 

It could be kinda hot in a twisted Pagan sort of way. 

Maybe? 

Damn.....

It's Mercury Retrograde. 

I've decided to drink a shot of vodka every night to sleep deeper for the next three weeks.  What is happening is that I'm delaying sleep in an effort to delay the dreams. 

I fell asleep at 6:00 a.m. and woke up at 9:30 a.m. 

This can't be good for my health. 

*****

This morning while driving home from work and wondering what to name the new guitar, 

I flip on the radio 

and heard....

Four, 

Three, 

Two, 

One....

Earth below us....

Drifting...

Falling...

Floating Weightless... 

Calling Calling Home....

I know someone who needs a drink sent up to her. 

Gee Whiz!! 

Maybe I need to take a lyric from that song and fly away. 

Or, perhaps, the message is that I have to name the guitar Major. 

That could be a cute musician joke. 

Hmmmm......

There is no winning this thing, is there? 

I'll raise the white flag. 

I surrender. 

Sigh.....

I'll probably put up with the dreams until I die. 

May all your dreams be pleasant and may only the good ones come true. 


Love ya, 

S.  

Edit Two Days later: 

Oh - 

I had to go somewhere in a hurry and flipped on the car radio...

do you want to know what song immediately made me laugh?? 


Maybe I'm supposed to name the new Ibanez Major Diner? 

I'll probably break down and name it Tom. 

It's a boring guitar and a common name....

Maybe it needs a hummingbird or some ivy graphics on it to make it unique. 

I don't know.  All I know is that the universe has a wicked sense of humor. 

Hugs, 


S. 

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