Dream Catcher

The End of Week 5

I woke up this morning, which was good.

How I woke up, was not.

Been having these "CT Dreams" lately, and I haven't been the only one. We're calling them dreams, but in reality, they are borderline nightmares. Un-nerving, weird, and just plain annoying. Every time I've had one of these dreams I wake up feeling discouraged and annoyed with my deepest subconscious.

Are you mad that I'm bombarding you with information? Giving you the best workout you've ever had? Let's get this straight, the less sleep you let me have, the more information I'll feed you. Time to compromise.

Intermission/Topic Change (insert elevator music here)

I have a new friend who's sharing my room.

His name's Spanky.

(I suppose that sounds pretty bad but...)

He's a fish, he's red, and I really have no idea if it is a he.

I sit in my uncomfortable chair, at my desk, stare at my books for 12 hours, while he swims around contently, silently watching this human recite MANOPS to himself. Ignorance is bliss.

Feels like the both of us have some things in common. Both confined to our quarters in a fish-bowl environment which is cleaned often enough by someone else, with the same food, same sights, some exercise, seems pretty mundane after a while.

Intermission/Topic Change (more bad music here)

Now on a serious note, I've had a few comments made questioning my mental health.

DISCLAIMER:

I am sane. I am doing okay.

From all the serious studying which has never been a part of the equation of my life, I need a break, a release, to let the deepest thoughts come out, and blowing them totally out of proportion. I'm hoping by doing this, I'm getting all the ideas out of my sub-conscious, therefore deleting/attempting to prevent, my "CT Dreams."

So fear not all you out there... If I weird you out, or scare you somehow, don't take it to heart.

Take it at face value,

it's entertainment for me to write,

and hopefully the same on the other side.