Life is strange, dreams are stranger.

You don't need to live long before you realize life is strange. Good people die and bad people live.

 

As you cruise along a smooth highway an idiot flies around you and cuts you off. Too many clowns for just one circus.

 

However, our dreams are even stranger and often scary. I woke up today angry from a nightmare (is 'nightmare' the right word for a frustrating nonsensical dream?).

 

your destination appears far and difficult

Years ago I combined bits of my dreams with my imagination and created a nightmare. Here's the post of it: "free nightmare for the taking".

let's get philosophical

Getting physical, as Olivia Newton-John sang, will get you moving. Thinking, discussing philosophical ideas  might move your mind. Both can make you sleepy in the end.

 

I've heard it. I've seen it on a t-shirt. Life is a journey. 

 

Notice that "journey" has "our" inside it. Most of my journey was an "our" journey. My "our" group changed over the years. I believe their impact on me still remains even though we went different ways or their journey ended.

 

My universe (don't we all get a personal universe that we can share?) has given me a second chance to join another drifter off to see the world. This new sharing of the journey has been refreshing and exciting. At the moment (many greats moments lately) it seems we're after the same rainbow's end. (yeah I was listening to "Moon River")

Ok, I know I can talk too long. Going too deep in explaining my logic. Yeah, not everyone (anyone?) cares about my logic.

SHUT UP AND DANCE WITH ME.

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Some older notes left over from when I started this post:

Cicadas are (were) here. (oh I took so long to finish this post that most all of them have left - thank God)

 

cicada on a stick

 

 

What a life - live underground for 17 years, pop out get wings to fly, party, mate and then die.

From the song - “Suicide is Painless”

...

A brave man once requested me

to answer questions that are key

is it to be or not to be

and I replied 'oh why ask me?'

(go ask a cicada!)

 

what a fool believes

Feeling a bit of a fool lately. Those that have followed this blog know that I enjoy interpreting lyrics. Often an old song from my past will offer new meaning in my present. Other times it's just life memories of when I first listened to the song. Some of you have commented on how this new meaning/connection of an old song has happened to you.

 

What's up, What's down

 

 

Remember the Dobbie Brothers hit song "What A Fool Believes"?

 

Here's the first few lines:

He came from somewhere back in her long ago
The sentimental fool don't see
Tryin' hard to recreate
What had yet to be created once in her life
She musters a smile for his nostalgic tale
Never coming near what he wanted to say
Only to realize it never really was

 

 

Yeah you can't recreate something that was never created.