and what dreams came...

i napped for a few hours and was awakened several times by dreams, which is an extremely rare experience for me as i almost always enjoy my dreams asleep and leave them there... i recalled several dreams all about people i knew and have met over the few hours i napped, two of these people called tonight after i woke, which is that sweet kind of eerie, especially since i have not heard from one in well over a month...

the brain energy streams are amazing unknown possibilities that ignite all sorts of exciting imaginations for me... did i send out some form of energy that influenced other's brains or did i receive brainwaves from others because they were thinking of calling me?... or was it all coincidence, another in a series of infinite coincidences that have become the norm for me in this life... and do i really want to know?... my gleeful laughter will not tell...

so four or five hours on the phone later, on the same night as the previous entry, which is several nights from the date on these entries, which is yet another modification of the time-line that the internet and blogging provides for those of us who enjoy the illusion of manipulating time and proving that time is relative in reality for everything is illusion (on and offline, but then, we've crossed beyond the twilight zone and have not even had sex, so feel free to not understand if that is more comfortable for your position...

did you ever ponder the history
of the creation of this country
by a people who thought the british
were not puritan enough
does it not define irony
that the pompotous of prudity
was deemed not quite enough prudish
was victorian too tough?

there were no references to wet dreams, by the way, in the previous paragraph nor in the title, and certainly not in the rhyme that slipped in between the creases of literary positions, come to think of it, but the subject of human sexuality and sensuality, which can be two very different things, especially for western cultures which are based on the fear of the physical world rooted in the fear of the illusionary controllers that allow for shifting of responsibility which sometimes alleviates the fears, but usually just confuses people even more, creates divisions that can lead to arguments, conflicts, and wars, poisons rivers, lakes, and minds, eats little children, and messes up a good souflee, is not forbidden in the language of the babbler, in case you didn't know...

but no worries, we'll have none of that here in this proper entry tonight, or whichever night it might be... it was amazing, just the same (even in the repressed human version)... the excitement of the possibility that some human minds are reaching for and possibly even attaining the awareness of self and consciousness of this physical existence we call life is continuing to build and the possibility of sharing, ooolala and rmalama ding dong, is literarily breathtakingly dripping with wonder filled wonderful wonder and thrills... not to mention imagining heading down under for a lick of a couple of sweet cupcakes (we'll respectfully leave the linkage for another entry, nyuk nyuk), but that's another story... so, my little ponies, get yourself a good seat and enjoy the ride...

what the heck ever happened to RealTime™, you might ask... well, it's around here somewhere, but with the advent of (e)thereal and all ships at sea, the babbler finally stopped pretending to respect this foolish attempt to be human and simply moved in, as you may have noticed... we can still consider real time in terms of stuff to do around town (since The Social Orlando seems to have nodded off due to lack of interest (but the links on the sidebar there are still of great value to anyone visiting or living in this town, in case you are one)... you'll just have to come over and ask in person and see if you can pin me down to any sort of reasonably consistent answer, i suppose...

when can we expect you? :)