I fell asleep earlier with a slight .ache after a very good, yet stressful work week, and some okay T.G.I.F.'s kabobs. Before I forget I am
listening to this song as I write this, and is the moment of inspiration, so if you will please play this vid as you read on:
It was about 7:00 P.M. CDT when I tossed and turned in bed with this stress .ache. I slowly dosed off, and I found myself staring at the sky as a
large-huge planet like asteroid was coming through the atmosphere right at us all, I knew it hit the atmosphere because it become bright red, and fire
began covering its entire surface.
I looked at my wife with confidence as I said "We should find shelter, we can make it through this"... Then I was watching my drunk friend lay on
the ground arguing with a cop. No one cared about the meteor anymore. Somehow I ended up at my house in the kitchen and started beating up my friend.
We fought into the living room (I kicked the crap out of him into the living room), and fell into the t.v.
I was then back at the park again watching the meteor streak across the sky to the left, only it was way smaller now, then it flew to the right. I
thought to myself, wow-our Earth must have a strange rotation and it reversed the direction it was spinning (I am a genus in my sleep).
It did end up crashing, but I never heard it. My wife said did that meteor crash into the highway? It looks damaged. But there really wasn't any
damage at all.
I woke up:
My wife woke me up when she came to bed at midnight, and I had to explain my dream to her, but I left out the part where my ex-fling kept trying to
grab my peepee, and rubbing her boobs up against me.
I had to laugh at myself for thinking the world reversed its orbit somehow.
I found myself in the garage smoking a cig, alone, and lonely on this eerily warm January night. I wondered what everyone else was dreaming of. Are
they sleeping peacefully? I hope so. Then I thought about life being too short, and living in a world that doesn't react fast enough for you to
witness the good in, and the bad out. I wish I could accomplish so much more, but I know I probably only have about another 30-40 before it's all
over. It could be over faster than that if I don't be careful. I wish I could appreciate more, and relax.
What sickens, and depresses me more is that we never truly understand ourselves, or our purpose. Things I felt deeply about in the past are gone.
Things I look forward to really never get here, and society can't even get along. Our government takes years to resolve anything, and if all our
continents were connected we would destroy each other.
Am I the only who exists? Are you all a figment of my imagination, or do I simply control your actions? Are you influenced by my actions? Why is
everything so sad? Why do we fight with people who we have never met? Why are we taking peoples property and culture away from them? Does Iran really
need a McDonalds on our behalf? Who knows about us in the universe, and refuses to talk to us because we are primitive? Is space fake, and I was
brainwashed by satan's army by becoming atheist? Am I a good parent? I wonder where all my pollution has gone. How close are we to the threshold
before either humans go mad, or the environment collapses? Will December be the end of our civilization? Will I accomplish everything I want before I
die? Most importantly, will there ever be peace?
I can only answer that last question for myself by saying: only in the mind.
Knowing I have to live with this world of evil, chaos, and a build-destroy like pattern I forgive those who are have done wrong. It's amazing we all
hold it together on a daily basis. If it weren't for t.v. we would've been gone mad decades ago. I remember reading a book call "Death Row" when I
was young. I read it because I looked up to the gangsters and big time politicians above the law. I wanted to know what it was like to be on death
row, until I realized we are all there now. Each one of us has our own ticking clock for our end. That's what matters, we should all accompany each
other until those days near. When I became conscience of life and death, and how fast time moves I was about 16 years old. Since then I have been
scared to death of death. What kept me going, was a black mans statement about reading to pass time, and what pattern I can see keeps us all going is
just to carry on. Keep moving, and being busy, or you can drive yourself mad.
We all understand the world is in deep need of some assistance, perhaps sending out an S.O.S. to some other galaxies isn't such a bad idea. I am sure
they are well beyond traditional warfare, and probably really don't need our water, and if they do and are that dumb to realize all the other planets
they just past had water on them-we can let them know.
I hope everyone in sleep land has a peaceful night, and I hope you insomniacs enjoyed hearing about my night. When you wake up perhaps consider using
your turn signal to let everyone know around you what they are doing. Some people like me have a child in the car. Hold the door open for those behind
you, and help us all smile. We need good news, and good people.
We act as we are instructed to. You can't blame people for going crazy. Life is very hard, and it's getting harder. Some people just can't take it.
They never had a family, or any one who cared for them-maybe. Maybe I am wrong and they are right. Maybe we can help the world be a better safer-more
peaceful place. You can defend the constitution, but that says nothing about humanity. As long as you are here to serve and PROTECT, then everything
is fine. Sometimes officers need to look in their hearts and make sure they aren't gassing people at OWS rallies. Those who stand up for what they
believe in were pushed down. So, which one are you? Do you believe the radical muslims are horrible people, or are they just acting as programmed?
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