Misschoos told me earlier she's been getting lazy lately and was going to
"do a couple of miles on my trainer this afternoon" ...
 I felt an overwhelming urge to look up the meaning of trainer in the dictionary, the result had me visualising Choos in true Olivia Newton-John stylie, all spandex and sweat bands on one of those home gym machines generally used as a dust collector. The image then changed as she stepped into a giant running shoe on wheels and drove a couple of miles down the road. She was then greeted by a strapping gym instructor who promptly pulled her on top of him. Fortunately, the visualisation stopped there!
I'm aware I need to get out more, but it occurred to me how little we understand about what goes on in our minds. As we only use a small proportion of it, what the hell goes on in the rest of it?
Choos and I also had a brief exchange about dreams. I've been having wierd ones lately where I'm in unsatisfactory relationships with much younger men. Residue from my past perhaps ... but why am I having them now when it's all very much water under the bridge? and why do I never dream about the man I love? I know he dreams about me.
I've also been having recurring dreams about getting into a lift which travels about 100 feet per second, has no doors and I am the only one unable to stay standing. I usually end up hanging upside down off the side until it stops ... even then no one helps me up. I then find myself on the wrong floor and attempting to negotiate the stairs, which get me nowhere either. It's a bit frightening, frustrating and very similar to other recurring dreams about never reaching my destination on a train. Sometimes I lose track of where I'm suppose to be going in the dream and go somewhere else. I'm wondering if my final destination is death, and perhaps it's a good thing I haven't got there yet.
I'm told the dreams are about life's journey ... Life can be scary and frustrating at times and often doesn't make much sense. I wonder if we'd be any happier if it did. Perhaps the unknown is all that keeps us going. If we knew everything that was going to happen to us there wouldn't be much point waiting to find out, we might as well cash our chips in now.
I'll ask Deda when we talk tonight. He's pretty good at interpreting dreams and is fortunately from the Jungian school of thought rather than Freudian, otherwise all my dreams would amount to nothing more than a pork sword!
My mind is wandering a lot lately, perhaps I have too much time on my hands ... but if that's true then why does there never seem to be enough time in the day? Maybe it's because another year is almost over ... I usually get a little maudlin and imagine I'm no further forward than last year. Then I think about all that has happened and realise I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.
New Year's Day is just another day really, but I think it's nice to make a fresh start, a nice clean sheet of paper to continuing designing the map of our life on. So I write this with a little pessimism and a lot of optimism ... Like it or loathe it, Christmas is definitely a time of reflection.
I will miss dressing my tree this year. It's the highlight of my Christmas. I usually put my Nat King Cole Christmas CD on and spend hours creating a work of art out of my old artificial tree, with baubles, flowers, ribbon and traditional decorations collected over the last decade. I will miss turning the fairy lights on in the morning and watching it glow in the evening ... but I know my kittens will want to play Tarzan and all those hours of careful attention to detail will be ruined in seconds. So it's going to be a minimalist Christmas this year, with just garlands and ornaments, if I ever get around to doing it.
There are two boxes of decorations in my living room, they've been there since Saturday, I just need to decide when I'm going to put them up. I might wait until next year.
Angel has spoken .... thank you for listening 
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misschoos
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Dec 10 @ 12:05PM
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I had a dream the other night too, and as I woke up I had a big smile on my face.
In my dream I had found the answer, I knew I should have written it down,
but it was so novel there was no way I could ever forget.
Half way through the day, I tried to remember and it was gone.
I'm not sure what it was the answer to, so I can't even try to remember. 
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Jacksonboy
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Dec 10 @ 12:43PM
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I dream all the time about finding a rich beautiful kind sweet woman. Hey a fellow can dream can't he? 
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kywonder
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Dec 10 @ 2:21PM
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Perhaps the unknown is all that keeps us going. If we knew everything that was going to happen to us there wouldn't be much point waiting to find out, we might as well cash our chips in now.
I used to wonder what was going to happen in my life as well. The older I have gotten, the more I realize, I don't want to know. I think if we knew what our future held, with all the curves, mountains, valleys, plateaus, and straight stretches, it would scare us today. Better not knowing, just let the Lord guide you.
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Peabianjay
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Dec 10 @ 8:55PM
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I've been having wierd ones lately where I'm in unsatisfactory relationships with much younger men Umm.....according to your profile, you're 99.....so, uh, hate to break it to ya, but I'm guessing relationships with older men are gonna be kinda short.
However, after careful analysis of your dreams, it is perfectly clear, the answer to all your confusion is.....you should have a fling with a 41 year old Canadian. Truuust me!
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