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A dream of a Purple Dog
02.25.08 (6:38 am)   [edit]
Purple Dog

Last night I had a dream. In my dream there was a purple dog.

At first it looked more like a monkey as it came from the shadows of a building, limping, and looked larger than it really was.

When he came towards me I could see that he was engulfed in a sort of a cocoon of fur or skin. it hampered his walking and caused him great distress.

So I cut it open, and he emerged out. Now I could see he was hurt.The light was dim, but it was enough to see his color, and that his eye was in a bad state and his body felt tender to the touch, and I could feel he has fractures at several places.

He was whimpering, and my girlfriend who was standing beside me (she wasnt there before) asked what should we do?

I was in some dillema, as I was pretty sure that when I take him to a vet, he'll lean towards putting the dog to sleep due to the grave nature of his injuries.

So the last image of the dream I remember is myself sitting on the floor with the poor purple dog whimpering in my lap, patting him gently, while my girlfriend stands above and looking concerned at the both of us.

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Self Improvement, Speed Reading, and Waking the Brain up
02.06.08 (7:44 am)   [edit]
Brain Hemispheres

For years I've been collecting and gathering texts and methods on how to boost the brain, get my concentration up, and in general squeezing more than the 10%-20% of regular human usage of that big lump between my ears.

Thing is, I have low concentration and a worse sense of self-motivation.. so I just gathered, collected and saved. I never really took an actual course, and since the material/books are all there - I can always fool myself and say that I can read it at any given time. (and of course, that time never comes)

Now as a part of my renewed desire to better myself, I take a look at courses and try my best not to find faults and inhibitors to taking at least one.

Throughout the years, I've been told about the big potential I hold, and that I never actually fulfill. I came to think of myself as simply lazy, or just not cut out for studying and assimilating information the traditional way.Today I am more inclined to think that I have some kind of learning disability / disabilities. I never actually had it diagnosed, but I fit most if not all of the usual symptoms.

When I complain, even to myself about it, I feel a bit ashamed. After all, I'm mostly healthy, I got a nice job, I'm able to provide for myself and more, I got my own (or almost my own) apartment, a car.. that's a lot and I should and am appreciative of it.

I think it's the bane of human existence - we always want more. More money, more belongings, more vacation time, more of everything. We are never really feel satisfied, and that's the driving force that moves human kind forward.

So, maybe its both a blessing and a curse?

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Death, Dreams & Memories
02.03.08 (2:22 am)   [edit]
Grim Reaper
Yes, I am aware that my posts are depressed to down right boring. I'll snap out of it soon.
I got reminded of my brother as death, and him, came into conversation last night.
A friend told me (or reminded me, as I dont recall him telling me about it before) that he dreamt about my brother a couple of days after my brother was killed.
In his dream, my brother came to make peace with him (they were not in talking terms for some reasons).
For some reason this new year beginning, aside from the joys and changes it brings, (which I am happy about very much) it also brings back memories, thoughts and inner and outer discussions for me, about my late brother.
I've been told I'm not allowing myself to let go. To that I said "why should I? and why would I want to?"
Moving on is not an option for me. I want to remember more, not less.
Every memory that fades is another piece missing.
Even when memories gets fuzzy I feel a loss and pain and emptyness.
I try and hide my pain, sometimes even without conscious thought. Sharing it with others doesnt give me much release. And I'm always worried about making the other experience my pain. I feel they cannot stand it, contain it.
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