Dreams : I used to have dreams. Dreams where I went out of the store and found my Beer Truck gone, and I was on a differnt streets. Dreams where I used to fall asleeps thinking about a problem and wake up knowing the problem, inside and out. Dreams where I just fell face first into oblivon and found I could walk through things, or magicicly float above things. I have dreams today, but I never recall them when I get up. I am 16 months after my stroke.... Feb 2nd 2007. I feel restfull when I wake up. But there are no Dreams. I guess there are no Dreams. I am on Prozac, for 6 to 12 months. Maybe that is it. I go to sleep, and then I wake up. No Dreams. I once had Dreams before the Prozac started. And I guess I will have them again after the Prozac is done.
Dreams: Maybe this is a dream.
Dreams: I awake to fire breathing in, fire wanting to me take it, when I go to the fire it is ice cream, it sticks to you. Fire and H2O. H2O. Water. I can see it in my mind. From an Ocean of water to my own glass of water. I want to check out. But I can not, not yet, I have another 50 years, before I can check out. 50 years. Of this? I hope I start dreaming by then.
Dreams: I am running. Running along the shore line. It is feet, feet, feet below. I am at the top. It is getting dark. Darker still. Still darker. I can not see the shore line. Or any line. I am running. A door opens up. I step into the door. I pass through what has become water. On the inside, not the outside. There is a cold rummaging over head. And behind me. There is no door. I walk for a while. Picking up places. I look at it. The mud has turned to stone. There is no dreaming here. No Dreaming Here. Ereh Gnimaerd On.
Dreams: Maybe this is a dream.
Dreams: I awake to fire breathing in, fire wanting to me take it, when I go to the fire it is ice cream, it sticks to you. Fire and H2O. H2O. Water. I can see it in my mind. From an Ocean of water to my own glass of water. I want to check out. But I can not, not yet, I have another 50 years, before I can check out. 50 years. Of this? I hope I start dreaming by then.
Dreams: I am running. Running along the shore line. It is feet, feet, feet below. I am at the top. It is getting dark. Darker still. Still darker. I can not see the shore line. Or any line. I am running. A door opens up. I step into the door. I pass through what has become water. On the inside, not the outside. There is a cold rummaging over head. And behind me. There is no door. I walk for a while. Picking up places. I look at it. The mud has turned to stone. There is no dreaming here. No Dreaming Here. Ereh Gnimaerd On.
Ok, that is enough or dreaming.
Here is Ron and me looking out at the water.
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