No Matter Where You Go, There You Are.

          It's one thing to hear numerous times about balancing a goal with the truth of spiritually and psychologically letting it go , and another to watch a result of doing so and recognize the process, saying to oneself, "Oh, okay, so this is what it looks like in my life". As I type this, I can hear Oprah in my head - a moment from a fantastic, brief talk she gave at the 2016 Essence Festival about scoring the role she wanted in the film adaptation of The Color Purple . She made the following excellent point: " When you've done everything you can do, surrender all ". That speech is fantastic, the advice is needed, and what I'm about to tell you is one way in which that very process has played out for me recently.         I've been saving money and tried a few energy work techniques I'd never explored before. One of my responsibilities since quarantine began has been to expand my education on epigenet...

             In a dream, two different childhood classmates showed up, along with a man who looked very much like Lemmy Kilmister , the late lead singer of Motörhead . Also, my subconscious invented a weird, inefficient elevator. Pleased and curious, I mulled it over, researched and consulted my Higher Self. The results are explored in the following post. Wanna come with?       

            On December 26th, I had a silly hours-long symptom of ascension: It sounded rather like someone in the next room was quietly whistling, made even better by the fact that it was changing octave almost constantly, lacking rhythm and it amused me. I periodically would let it distract me just for fun. I'd be eating breakfast, working out or washing my hands and I'd pause for a moment, be quiet and listen.  As I go through a physical aspect of spiritual transformation and the entire planet adjusts to the 5D energy, obviously that means lots of interesting moments, like movement and pressure within my brain, my vision changing so that I can see the vibration of atoms, and this! My hearing has been shifting too, allowing for fun feelings and sounds no one else notices!           I have to be careful around Mom so she doesn't worry that I'm developing any health issues. The physical s...

           It was about a young man, an immigrant. I never learned what his first language was and by the time I heard him speak, he sounded American-raised (and thankfully, this was a dream, so I could get away with turning around to be his audience for what felt like minutes plural). He didn't know anybody when he moved to town, so short, so skinny, in baggy athleisure with truly icky hair choices.            You know when someone's hair is really short, but still styled in a questionable way that makes you think, 'It deserves so much better'? I know you've heard me go on and on about acceptance and patience and my pursuit of non-judgment, and everything I've said is what I'm really up to, but I have moments of choosing my old ways and...here I go, being catty, because...this hair. It involved skinny pieces of hair pointed down his forehead as if he didn't understand what "bangs" or "fringe...

The following dreams occurred on November 8th and 19th respectively.             Rudeness, body art, fruit! And afterward, just because I feel like it, I share one of my new favorite shows with you, starring two funny, beautiful drag performers ! Please join me!  

          This dream was had on the morning of either Sept. 22 or 23.             I made the mistake of choosing to not write down this dream immediately after waking, so hours later, I of course didn't remember much, though the scene was fuller than many other dreams I've had, which I'm sure is the result of my Higher Self getting involved. There was more atmosphere when I suddenly was in the home of some friends I don't know in real life - three sisters, one brother - and I was drawn to one of the sisters most because she had an air about her that said we could have intellectual discussions, I could learn , maybe even open up my optimism, standing more often in the headspace where, to quote a clich é, "The world is your oyster."  

          What I remember now of the dream this morning is that I was working on something with a guy I used to know, a neighbor of a friend of mine, and this guy was goodhearted with so much potential but was awfully immature for his age, which often made him an annoyance, and he moved out of that building, like, a year and a half ago, so it surprised me to recall seeing him in my dream, and soon after that scene was over, my imagination had moved on to some darker alternate universe that had me hiding in an unfamiliar house under one or two heavy blankets in a corner of the front room, shades drawn, because I just didn't have time to bolt for a room toward the back of the house with the faceless older man who found us this house to begin with. He had been partway out of the room, headed for the hall when the front door flew open and let in what I assume was a militia, dressed all in black riot gear, shielded helmets protecting most of their...

          This dream came about last week.                I walked up the entryway of my house - a nondescript place that I hardly saw anything of but knew to be mine - and got near the front door in time to see that soaring directly overhead was a white sleigh that I assumed, with my Western upbringing, to belong to Santa Claus. I saw a hint of the reindeer as well because I at least remember their legs. What the...

       I found my dream on June 3rd to be delightfully weird: Dream Me gets to do some kissing, but with a gross element. Enjoy.

          Soon after waking, I texted a friend with what I remembered:           While on vacation, Janeane Garofalo and I had poor comedic taste.           This dream occurred on Friday, August 2, 2019, and I misplaced my notes about it until recently.           Here we go.

In this post, I talk about not only my dream, but I spend a paragraph on the pandemic and give a life update. Spoiler: There is absolutely no plan to make sourdough bread. I mean...just no.

          My dream on September 30th, 2018 was weird and amusing to write down a few minutes later, because it had me watching as my ex, Tom, rode by down the street on a unicycle ! And his hair... Oh, that hair.

Yeah, you read that correctly. Green Day. That surprised me. I mean... Yummm.            I've been a fan of their music for a long time.           Anyway, as I crept toward waking on the morning of Tuesday, February 26th...

Themes of this dream from February 3rd include bridges (and believe me, they're very, very basic, not beautiful; they're lacking architecture, finesse) and balconies.

On May 5th, I had an odd dream that included Snoop Dogg on a talk show.

In February of this year, I had the following dreams: Using topping guns in an ice cream shop and later watching Matthew Perry entertain in costume.

So I was in a small town that reminded me of the ones in movies about the Old West. At one point, I put my current favorite belt on a man's pet as it roamed town. I believed that would help the animal, and, of course, I now can't remember how. 

   First, a mansion, and later, a man in women's clothing.

I knew Steve-O and discussed a major career change on 11/25.

          I had a nightmare Thursday morning. Considering what's in the news right now, let's quickly acknowledge and dismiss the fact that it seems topical. For most of us, dreams are cooked up by our subconscious minds, and mine was showing me something in the form of a nightmare, because in it, I was molested.  Such a thing has not happened to me in real life and I admire the resilience of people (regardless of gender), because whether they know it yet or not, they are incredibly resilient, and I personally don't buy into the idea that a person can be broken. It's not at all my intention to make light of being attacked, but to delve into why my subconscious created that metaphor .              That said, after waking up at 5:15 am and writing down all that I could remember, then thinking it over, researching online, and again reviewing it here, I have concluded that sexual misconduct headlines are not relevant to my dre...