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Today will be a good day. Here’s a little wintery scene from 2014 with Herman to keep you cool.
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\nGood goat times today. Warm and sunny. But with a strong wind that made it feel cooler. Good grazing with the goats. I opened the gate to the horse pasture, since it’s empty now. Let the goaties run around there for a while. Barely any grass, but there was a good deal of dry, fallen leaves from the trees. They enjoyed those. And I’m pretty sure it was the first time the little ones have been out in the dark, enchanted forest in the back. Just as I was trying to get everyone out of the horse pastuer again, a group of kids arrived and suddenly there was much running around and glee. And of course questions about whether Mio is pregnant, and no really is she pregnant, and where are the horses. I get that question a lot when the horses are on vacation. Eventually the humans moved on and I got the goats out on greener pastures. And now here we are.
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\nLovely day for it.
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\nRough morning, though. Demon voice saying “nothing matters, not even the goats. Just go back to bed and sleep for a couple of days”. Had to drag myself out. Glad I did, of course. But feels like I’m in a funk. Futility is irresistible. Running out the clock, tick tock. Time to dream soon.
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\nThink goats
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\nSigning off for today. I’m going to need a long dreamwalk. May the goats be with you.
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\nToday will be a good day. Happy Yogi Day, everyone.
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\nWow, I am in awe of my brain. Well, the part that does the dream stuff. The rest maybe not so much. But I had another string of amazing dreams. Several false wakeups. When you wake up in the dream and you don’t realise you’re dreaming because everything is so real. So very real. I had fun and adventure, sweet animals, naked boobies, libraries, ghosts, old friends, a dystopian kind of place that I wish I had stayed in longer because it seemed really interesting. Travel. I ran in a rain forest, got out into open fields, into marshlands and then I was running on a frozen ocean, it was like I was running across the whole globe, and then up a hill and I rain into the air and I thought I was going to fly into space. But then gravity grabbed me and pulled me down hard and slammed me into the ground and I woke up, only to later realise I was still dreaming. I had soft half-dreams shifting in and out of waking and dreams and I had 100% solid dreams that were completely real to the senses. Like a holodeck.
\nIt’s all started to fade now. My favourite part is when waking up and everything is still right there in your head, so vivid and real and you can almost rewind the dreams and stumble on things that had already slipped. “Oh that happened? Wow”. And then if you have the time to just stay in bed and wait to fall asleep again and it all blurs into one and you’re awake in the dreams and you’re sleeping in reality and it all blends into one and you feel like you’ve ascended to a higher state of being. Or something. Haha. It’s like a high. No wonder I’m addicted to it. It’s just fascinating how the dreams are more real than my reality. If I want to know if I have really woken up or I’m still dreaming I just have to look around. If all I see is gray and drab and blindness and fuzzy details I can’t make out. Then I’m awake. If everything is beautiful and I can see colours and details, then I’m dreaming.
\nHow can my brain do this, but it can’t let me say hello to a fellow human without being scared to death?!
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\nCurrently reading David Lynch’s Room To Dream. I tell you what, I could listen to David Lynch talk about his childhood all day and all night and then some more. Even trivial stuff sounds fascinating coming out of his mouth. Definitely one of the instances where I don’t feel bad for having to be stuck with audiobooks. Really good so far. Apart from the dog story. The dog story was the saddest thing since the Futurama episode, you know the one.
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\nDecades later, Radiohead still does it for me
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