- Mood: a little weary...
- Music: OPETH
well, there was no question about whether i would vote or not as i've voted in every election i've been present in the U.S.A. for since i was 18 when i voted to elect Jimmy Carter for president. and today, no secret, i voted straight democrat across the board.
it's been a good week. i've adjusted the meds back some and am feeling some slight manic energy. didn't go to sleep till 3:30 am this morning, then was up at 10:30. thought about maybe taking a nap this afternoon but now thinking not. there should be some rain tonight, i hope, to quell the energy of this last full moon.
check out my pics page. there are some new images that were modified using a morph program that blends painting styles of El Greco, Mongliani, and Botticelli. a little frightening, but very austere i feel. somewhat reveals an inner character i've not really known that i've had before. something to use to help trigger my fiction maybe.
oh, and i've been dreaming the past 2 nights, pretty ferociously. two nights ago an old high school friend, Mark Oliver appeared. came back from travels (as he has done many time in my life) and picked me up in his car. we were driving around looking for something to do. i've lost touch with Mark in my real life. he lives in Australia with his wife and two children, but i t has been over a year since i've last heard from him.
the dream i had this morning though, a little more poignant. one of the best male friends i've had in my life, Don Eike, who died from AIDS nearly 10 years ago appeared. just the other night when i was in the cemetery it struck me that HE is someone that i should try to make spiritual contact with, ala the work i do in the cemetery with talking to the dead. and it doubly struck me as weird that i had never thought of doing that before. then voila! he comes to my dream this morning.
the dream also had my Santa Cruz friend, Kim in it. the three of us were in an apartment building trying to get ready to go out for the evening - we were going to attend a concert or play (or something). Kim was very mellow and orderly, taking her time, but suddenly Don started to freak out and told me that we had to hurry, that time was running out and he started to chase me.
somehow ended up in a car and drove to a place in the country where it doubly looked like either a small city had been devastated by war, or, a brand new community was being built up. overlaying images? i'm not sure. the scenery was brown, or sepia-like... which just made me think it was California in the summertime with our brown hillsides. and it also made me think of the Dougherty Valley subdivision here near San Ramon where there is so much new construction going on where once there were only rolling hills...
then the dream faded out...
otherwise, Nanowrimo is going well. i've written approximately 1,500 words a day since the first. gosh, didn't mean to say so much...
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