Had a strange dream where I lived in a tiny town.  It’s police force consisted of a sheriff and two deputes.  It was the kind of town where everyone knew everyone else.

     In the dream I got sick and vomited on the sheriff.  He took my keys and wallet away, believing me to be drunk.  I wasn’t drunk, I was sick.

     I was then trying to find him to get my keys and wallet back because I had to go to work.  I found my keys on his desk but he was gone and so was my wallet.

     I awoke at that point.  The thing about this dream, it seemed so real, almost as if I were living someone the life of someone else in this hick town.  Everything about it seemed so real, the people, the buildings, the wood grain of the desk.

     Didn’t sleep well last night, everything hurt.  Weird dreams that I can make no sense out of.  Headache today after spending 4 hours in heavy traffic.

     Needed to get a stamped copy of our marriage license in order to get health insurance.  They told us we could get it from King County records even though we were married in Snohomish County.  Went to the King County place in Juanita, didn’t have it, then had to drive to downtown Everett.  From there to Good Will on Dearborn to drop off a couple of receivers, then to RePC to drop off some old computer equipment.  By then it’s 4:45 and the freeway is stopped.  Then to the post office where there is nothing there but paper spam.

     Raining almost the entire time.  Now my head hurts.  Hate to whine but not loving it at the moment.

     There are people who feel I should hide my past, but I know in the future all sins will be revealed.  My skeletons are out, a time will come when everyone’s are.  I’m looking forward to that time because I am really tired of fake people who posture and lie.  And my skeletons being out provides additional incentive for me to stay on the straight and narrow, and I need that.

    Have Senator Ted Cruz being interviewed on television right now.  What a frigging  moron.  The Republicans deserve him.

     Your kids don’t understand you when they are young.

     They will when they’re old.  But then you’ll be dead.

Crosby, Stills, and Nash

Forgive me if my fantasies might seem a little shopworn.
I’m sure you’ve heard it all before I wonder what’s the right form.
Love songs written for you it’s been going down for years,
but to sing what’s in my heart seems more honest than the tears

I am curious.
Don’t want to hurry us.
I’m intrigued with us.
Ain’t this song a bust.
I don’t care, dark star.

I met you several years ago,
The times they were so strange but I had a feeling.
You looked into my eyes just once,
an instant flashing by that we were stealing.

Another time you felt so bad,
and I wasn’t any help at all as I recall.
We didn’t know quite what to do so we left the wanting be,
still there for me and you.

Dark star I see you in the morning.
Dark star a’ sleeping next to me.
Dark star let the memory of the evening
be the first thing that you think of
when you open up your smile and see me, dark star.

It’s easy to be with you,
even with the storms that rage beneath your search for peace.
We must make some time together,
take the kids, and find a world that’s ours to keep.

Now you’ve got me dreaming girl,
it’s been so long that I thought that I’d forgotten how.
My heart is once again my soul,
we touched we did, you know we did, no more teasing now.

Dark star I see you in the morning.
Dark star a’ sleeping next to me.
Dark star let the memory of the evening
be the first thing that you think of
when you open up your smile and see me, dark star.

Dark star I see you in the morning.
Dark star a’ sleeping next to me.
Dark star let the memory of the evening
be the first thing that you think of
when you open up your smile and see me, dark star.

Let the memory of the evening
be the first thing that you think of
when you open up your smile and see me, dark star.

     I’m more than a little bummed out to learn this morning that David Bowie died last night, having lost his battle with cancer.

     Of his works, the Man Who Sold the World is my favorite.  I also loved his role in The Labyrinth.

     He is definitely someone whose works I will miss.

Long Live the Goblin King

      Watching Star Trek, The Next Generation.

      I am torn between amusement and annoyance at how they changed the intro.

      The original Star Trek:

         To Boldly Go Where No Man Has Gone Before…

      The next generation:

         To Boldly Go Where No One Has Gone Before…

     They caved to the feminists. Anything but bold.  I’m not fond of political correctness.  It is the opposite of bold.

     Another emotional roller coaster watching this game.  Looks for sure like a loss, then Minnesota blows a field goal and the game is over, Seahawks 10-9.