Yesterday afternoon while watching the Pro Bowl I decided to continue going through the files on my laptop That right, I’m still cleaning up my hard drive. As a result of my failed file search last weekend I’m still working at organizing my hard drive. So far I’ve opened up about 55GB’s of space. Besides the Pro Bowl isn’t a real football game anyway. I’ve seen better blocking and tackling at a Pop Warner game!
Yeah my music files are just about done now. I couldn’t believe I had 4 or 5 copies of the same music in different folders just taking up space! Now I’m down to a single copy of each song plus a back-up on another hard drive. Just have to get my folders in order and I’ll be done. Yesterday I was working on my personal files. Man, I’ve got a shitload of writing! I’ve got things dated back to 1968, songs, poems, short stories, essays and a smattering of each category that are in progress or on hold. Some have been on hold for decades. All kept with the hope that I would one day get back to them and finish them up. Oh well.
Yesterday I was going through a folder of miscellaneous short essays and random thoughts. It made for some interesting reading. It was fun to see where my head was at during different phases of my life. I broke the writing down into four distinct categories, love&happiness, lost love&heartache, dreams&wonder and crazy shit. What really caught my attention were these two cross-over pieces that I had trouble labeling so I had to file them under two categories: dream&wonder and crazy shit.
One poem titled “Summer Nights Vendetta” read like a dream Jim Morrison might have had while on acid or something! It’s about some nightmarish armor clad wraiths who murder and ravage for sport, spreading terror across the land. In retrospect it seemed pretty bizarre! I couldn’t begin to tell you where my head was at or what condition it was in when I wrote it.
The second poem is something I wrote back in 1981 simply called “Journey”. This one peaked my interest. I remember writing this one. It basic premise:”Is Life simply a dream?” Why this dream-life concept was on my mind in 81 I have no idea. Maybe it was a movie or TV show that inspired it, but the only movie I remember seeing around that time that had anything to do with dreams was Cheech & Chong’s ‘Nice Dreams’ and we all know that’s about marijuana day dreams. Huh, I guess there could be a connection. I also remember seeing the movie ‘Body Heat’ back in 81, starring a very hot Kathleen Turner. Not sure what that has to do with what we’re talking about, I just remember seeing it. Maybe it was an old Twilight Zone or Outer Limits episode that triggered the notion. I really don’t know.
Anyway “The journey” is about our life journey and the daily events that shape our lives. It begs the question “Could it all be a dream?” “Are we really who we think we are or are we who we dream we are?” Is it possible that everything we experience in our lifetime is just part of a dream or maybe even a nightmare we are having while in REM sleep, and the lives we think we are living are actually only seconds or minutes long? Isn’t it remotely possible that we might awake to discover that we are actually decades younger or even still children. Wouldn’t that be a trip? Imagine sitting up in your bed or easy chair scratching your head thinking “Wow! What a crazy ass dream!”
Okay, I know the concept is out there a ways or as John Denver was fond of saying, “Far Out!” But hey it’s a theory! You can’t disprove it can you? Guess we’ll have to wait and see. I’m sure you can understand why I had to file this one under dreams and also under crazy shit! Oh well I can’t wait to get back to organizing my files who knows what else I might find! Keep on dreaming…
Just a Thought…
Here’s a portion of the poem.
Journey through time and space. Seeking answers to questions better left unasked. Seeing things as they were meant to be seen and never really knowing why or if they ever really happened.
Am I who I am? Am I who I dream I am? Is reality a state of mind? An endless illusion projected from somewhere within? Or from somewhere out there….
A dream is but a wink of an eye and yet in those mili-seconds we seem to live entire lives. Some rich, others a constant struggle. And with each instance we learn and grow. Perhaps only dream these lives, the memories merely remnants of a thousand dreams….
So that if by chance we should awake to reality We can use our new found knowledge to shape and give purpose to a possibly drab, boring existence…