Naturally
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Maybe in the wrong sub-forum but in the context of "strange", I had a weird dream last night and have filed the dream under "yes the mind plays with itself". You may have some examples and hope you share yours. And it doesn't necessarily have to be in the context of the example(s) I will share.
Now in my 70's, the thought of my ultimate destination has crossed my mind. While still active and in reasonably good health, well at least treatable health, but with knowledge that "I ain't quite what I used to be" and the vast majority of my ancestors passed in their 60's and 70's, the ultimate destination crops up in my mind now and then.
So last night, my mother and father (both deceased) appeared and instructed me to fill out a form. We were to travel and the form would be required when we reached the border before arriving at our destination. I thought it was a trick and intentionally filled the form out incorrectly in order to not be allowed to cross the border.
The dream, perhaps a metaphor of the step I take each day on a journey toward a destination but an unwillingness to punch that ticket. At the break of day, just glad I didn't get on the bus with mom and dad.
Other times my mind may not play games, but just struggles and stumbles momentarily when distracted with thought. While composing this post, the boy dog, Mason, came to where I'm seated at this computer and demanded lunch. SOooo I stopped typing and went to the kitchen where I placed his bowl and my bowl (figured I'd have lunch too) on the counter. Then proceeded to fill my bowl with dog food !!!
Strange
Now in my 70's, the thought of my ultimate destination has crossed my mind. While still active and in reasonably good health, well at least treatable health, but with knowledge that "I ain't quite what I used to be" and the vast majority of my ancestors passed in their 60's and 70's, the ultimate destination crops up in my mind now and then.
So last night, my mother and father (both deceased) appeared and instructed me to fill out a form. We were to travel and the form would be required when we reached the border before arriving at our destination. I thought it was a trick and intentionally filled the form out incorrectly in order to not be allowed to cross the border.
The dream, perhaps a metaphor of the step I take each day on a journey toward a destination but an unwillingness to punch that ticket. At the break of day, just glad I didn't get on the bus with mom and dad.
Other times my mind may not play games, but just struggles and stumbles momentarily when distracted with thought. While composing this post, the boy dog, Mason, came to where I'm seated at this computer and demanded lunch. SOooo I stopped typing and went to the kitchen where I placed his bowl and my bowl (figured I'd have lunch too) on the counter. Then proceeded to fill my bowl with dog food !!!
Strange
