Dreams

Had a bizarre dream that was so real and yet I didn't remember it until hours later while I was driving to play poker.  I don't even remember if it happened during a nap I took this afternoon or the night before.  I do remember the dream however.

I was visiting my friend and co-host for HELP!! (www.pokerradionetwork.com) Blake Ian in New York.  I was going to spend the night at his house.  We went there and there were these gates you had to go through and into this multi-level complex.  As we climbed the outside stairs which boarded the parking structure evening was descending upon us and people of the night were waking up.  Homeless people who looked like zombies or something out of the movie "I Am Legend," rolled out from underneath cars.  They're skin grey and taught and there gaunt skulls baring teeth awakening.  My bed was exposed to the outside structure and Blake says to me - "you might wanna sleep upstairs inside the house with me.  Only problem is that you'll have to sleep on the floor."  To which I replied, "yeah, no problem.  Good idea!"

We proceed to climb more stairs and unlock gates and walk into a courtyard.  As we walk into one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen I look up at the sky.  Everything is so beautiful.  From the clouds to the setting sun to the towering pine trees that fill this expansive courtyard with winding pathways through the trees.  I feel so guilty for having this experience and remembering the ghostly figure rolling out from underneath the car that I decide to go back and help him.

I know that it will take great skill to transform such an unconscious crack-head but I have to try.  I somehow acquire a small packet of Meth to tempt him to come to me.  I then lasso him with some rope and tie him up and put him in the front seat of a car and drive away....  that's all I remember.

My days have been equally bizarre.  I feel as though I'm waking up myself in some way, becoming more conscious if you will.  I listen to Eckhart Tolle's "A New Earth," now for the second time and it sounds totally foreign to me from when I listened to it a year or so ago.  I understand what he is saying now.  I can relate.

On a physical note my legs are sore from my 3 mile run today which I did in 28:40.  In poker I had a disasterous session.  Making mistakes from the first hand dealt to the last and getting punished every step of the way.  I finally pulled up stake and am ready to head back to my dreams and live to play another day.  I may have to walk instead of run tomorrow and enjoy the journey a bit more.