I wanted to get these thoughts down on pixels before they fly away in that great subconsciousphere that has within it the location of my good tortoise shell eyeglasses, a number of expensive tobacco pipes, a dozen sets of keys....and a thousand messages that wife gave me over the years that I forgot including the directions she gave me just thirty minutes ago... as I was sitting here typing and listening to Breitbart on Sirius/XM... about something that I have to do at lunchtime today. These things depart quickly so I am therefore typing feverishly.
I would not by any means call it a nightmare. It was just more like a disagreeable dream.....about as unpleasant as sitting in the waiting room of the dentist and being forced to listen to The Price Is Right on the television in front of me as a grown man dressed as a washing machine is jumping up and down clapping his....door.
Here it is.....I was twittering with someone. I have no recall at all who was on the other end of the twitters or even what the specific topic was but I do remember this....it was important....and he (she) was reacting more than responding. It was rapid....this twittering back and forth. Before I go on, you should know that I do not have a twitter account and really have no idea how one enters into these conversations if that is what they are. The extent of my involvement with Twitter is reading the latest President Trump tweets in the newspapers. But I do remember this....I was becoming increasingly more anxious for my tweeter friend as the dream went on.
Whoever I was twittering with was not thinking before he (she) tweeted. I wanted to give them a couple verses from the fifth chapter of the book of Ephesians but of course that would be too many characters than allowed. Back and forth it went. The person on the other end was getting more and more reactionary. I wanted to slow them down but was utterly unable to do so. I would tweet but feel like I didn't get the essence of my thoughts sent. It was frustrating. This went on and on and on and the more this conversation went on the more anxious I became because things were getting out of control. Then my iPhone alarm went off.
Now this is the Year Of Our Lord 2017....or the Year Of Karl Marx 199 if you are a Progressive....which would make next year the bicentennial of his birth.....or the Year Of Who Cares if you are of college age....anyway if this were say 2020 or so.....then one of the super-rich multi-billionaire entrepreneur/kings out there who are intent on transforming society will have developed some machine that restores dreams at the click on a computer button. I could then restore my dream on my virtual eyeglasses that some other super-rich multi-billionaire entrepreneur/king developed. So this would be good....right? Unfortunately some third super-rich multi-billionaire entrepreneur/king would probably have access to my dream and send the thought police to my door and haul me away for thinking on my own.
It's 8:30 A.M. as I type and I'm not making this up....except maybe the part of lunchtime today....I still remember what my wife told that I'm supposed to do. I also know that I probably had this dream because of all the President Trump tweeting that has been going on. I just needed a topic for a post and this is it.
I would not by any means call it a nightmare. It was just more like a disagreeable dream.....about as unpleasant as sitting in the waiting room of the dentist and being forced to listen to The Price Is Right on the television in front of me as a grown man dressed as a washing machine is jumping up and down clapping his....door.
Here it is.....I was twittering with someone. I have no recall at all who was on the other end of the twitters or even what the specific topic was but I do remember this....it was important....and he (she) was reacting more than responding. It was rapid....this twittering back and forth. Before I go on, you should know that I do not have a twitter account and really have no idea how one enters into these conversations if that is what they are. The extent of my involvement with Twitter is reading the latest President Trump tweets in the newspapers. But I do remember this....I was becoming increasingly more anxious for my tweeter friend as the dream went on.
Whoever I was twittering with was not thinking before he (she) tweeted. I wanted to give them a couple verses from the fifth chapter of the book of Ephesians but of course that would be too many characters than allowed. Back and forth it went. The person on the other end was getting more and more reactionary. I wanted to slow them down but was utterly unable to do so. I would tweet but feel like I didn't get the essence of my thoughts sent. It was frustrating. This went on and on and on and the more this conversation went on the more anxious I became because things were getting out of control. Then my iPhone alarm went off.
Now this is the Year Of Our Lord 2017....or the Year Of Karl Marx 199 if you are a Progressive....which would make next year the bicentennial of his birth.....or the Year Of Who Cares if you are of college age....anyway if this were say 2020 or so.....then one of the super-rich multi-billionaire entrepreneur/kings out there who are intent on transforming society will have developed some machine that restores dreams at the click on a computer button. I could then restore my dream on my virtual eyeglasses that some other super-rich multi-billionaire entrepreneur/king developed. So this would be good....right? Unfortunately some third super-rich multi-billionaire entrepreneur/king would probably have access to my dream and send the thought police to my door and haul me away for thinking on my own.
It's 8:30 A.M. as I type and I'm not making this up....except maybe the part of lunchtime today....I still remember what my wife told that I'm supposed to do. I also know that I probably had this dream because of all the President Trump tweeting that has been going on. I just needed a topic for a post and this is it.
