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Throwback Saturday

As you may or may not know, I've been writing down my thoughts for a while now.  I started in college as a mental exercise.  I would write down whatever I was thinking at the time but write it in a way anyone would understand.  I forced myself to sift through my many thoughts and began practicing how to take a thought from my head and bring it into the real world.  A process that is easier said than done.  Beginning today I will publish some of what I've written.  This will be a look into my past thoughts and hopefully give my readers perspective on how far I've come.  I'm proud of my work and I'd like to share a small part of that with the Interwebs!  Enjoy!!!

8/16 11:00am

I've been writing a lot lately.  I don't know if this is coincidence or not, but I've also had a lot of time on my hands. I like the seat in the corner.  It looks like those psychologist seats.  I'll go sit in it.  In many ways this book is my psychologist.  OK on to the good stuff, my dream.  I almost forgot what happened but I made sure to write it down while it was still fresh.  It was matrix themed.  Evil men in black suits and ties chasing me and I was running.  I'm always running in my dreams.  I was in an airport 12 monkeys style, the perfect place for such a scene.  I was given instructions, only the dream had nothing to do with mission given to me.  It was pure chaos. Running from floor to floor, entering that damn mall again.  The one I've seen a million times, with the insanely cheap and always packed movie theater.  Anyway, I was running, but as I recall my dream, I realized no one was chasing me.  I would just look into a crowd and see a group of black men in suits staring at me.  The was a WHOLE lot of pissing. (WTF? maybe I had to pee lol)  At least 4 bathroom scenes.  Not surprisingly the first thing I did when I woke up was pee. (yup!)  Then seemingly out of nowhere, Morpheus.  He said something but I don't remember, nor did I believe him.  I think he told me the men in black suits were watching me, keeping me safe, protecting me.  Ironically the "evil" men were actually good.  But I didn't believe it, so I started running again. (hmmm.. hints of denial)  I make it outside where one car immediately zooms off and a few seconds later another pulls up.  I get in;  We drive a few feet and Morpheus again.  It was as if he was expecting me to go outside. He too gets in the car and we drive off chasing the car that drove off.  Disobeying order, red lights, and narrowly avoiding other cars and buses on the road.  We're then cut off by a bus and the mysterious car disappears around the corner.  I get out of the car and walk (strangely enough) to where the car turned. Nothing.  So I walk back to my car and the car and the bus are gone.  I was past a barking pit bull whose teeth are as shark as a sharks'.  Then I see a former coworker.  I remember him because he was a good looking, quiet man, whose hat was always backwards and too big for his head.  We walk past each other.  Looks were exchanged but nothing was actually said.  I walk past the dog again only this time the chain is so loose that I had to walk in the street to avoid the dog.  I'm in the city now and the streets are full of vendors.  So many that I can barely walk.  Then calendars.  3 for $3.  I look.  The calendars are for the year 2002 and 2004.  As useless as an asshole on your elbow.  The themes of the calendars included chairs, candles, and kittens. Strange... Oh yea the calendars were piled as tall as a grown man and took up much of the vendors shop space.  I guess that's why I stopped and looked at them.  I look past the vendors and realize there are train tracks above and further down the block is a burger king.  Then I woke up and pee.  Oh yea, the comfortable seat wasn't that comfortable at all.  It was hard and rigid. Better for putting clothes on it.  Symbolic?  I have no fucking idea. 
End

What the fuck.... That was terrible.  I have no idea what it means, but yea... That's it for today!

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