Now before I wake ...

My mind seems to work better when I need to be doing something else. Damn my mind because I want to be productive I just sometimes have to get the butterflies out of the line of sight. Perhaps that is just the pan in me not wanting to like the whole productive me. I’m not sure what the answer is to any of those questions people like to ask people in an all serious nature. I just say I want to be me. Who are you?, screams Mr. Daltrey as Mr. Townsend smashes out the notes.

I’m me you know me the invisible kid who lives next door. Well except that I’m not a kid I have them. I am me at every age still and that is the secret that I haven’t figured out how do I get all those me’s to be one person. Not sure on that one.

I woke up the other day from a dream, I don’t try to remember my dreams because they are usually unpleasant or at least I know what occurs is an echo of what once was and when I wake up it will be gone and I don’t want to relive the pain of all the loses again. This dream I know I was lying in bed smoking a cigarette. I woke up from that dream because I had thought I actually went and smoked a cigarette. I’m 46 weeks quit now and I had this dream that I was smoking and liked it. I can be around it and even drink now and not light up, I still have the urge to smoke but I haven’t and it remains a challenge nearly every day. Well enough for now.


Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,