The Reality of Dreams

My dreams lately have been curiously memorable and intense. This week alone I have shared 3 of my dreams with someone else because they stood out to me that much. I wonder if my brain is telling me something?

I've been reading a book that says some believe dreams are some alternate state of consciousness. A state in which you are free from your body and allowed perform feats, see sights, and understand ideas your physical body hinders you from.

Reading that made me think of the Matrix.

I love Evil

Evil lives in my home. Evil incarnate is my cat Slate. Slate and Fifi*would get along splendidly.

The trouble is, he's not purposely being evil, he's just mischievous.
His rambunctiousness usually leads to spilled water, fallen decor, and incessant whining at my door in the morning. Usually nothing of consequence.

Unfortunately, the fur turned.
He scratched my pup Rubble's eye...

While I sit here taking a break from mundane office work, writing my blog, my pup is sitting in a hospital kennel waiting for an ocular examination. It didn't look too bad, there was no blood and Rubble wasn't in much pain, but through internet research, it seems that the severity of the injury of a dog's eye can be easily misjudged.

So for now I await. What will happen... we shall see [or not].

*aka Lucifer [Satan]- My husband decided to give him a less frightening malicious sounding nickname.

Adonde Vienes

First, I want to say, it is my goal to blog at least each weekday (M-F) this week. I used to be a consistent blogger and miss those days. I think as of late, I have made it more complicated than it has to be comparing my blog style/skills to other greats out there. But I don't have to be them. I just have to be .me.

Yet, there is where the question lies. I've been going through a lot of changes recently in my life. And discovering me is the biggest cause of the waves.

A few things that have fallen immune to the "change" virus over the last two years:
1. Career goals
2. Hairstyle
3. Weight
4. Friendships
5. Pets

I feel that innumerable aspects of my life [and probably more than I realize] have changed over the last few years, and I don't quite get me any more. Trouble is I'm over-analytical, circumstantially requiring to make logical sense out of, well, everything.

It gets old fast and I'm trying to adapt. I want to live in the moment. Not past or present, but now. But that's a lot harder than it sounds for an precocious, pretentious, analytical, overachiever as I am.

I was on vacation in Mexico the last week and I tore myself away from [most] my worries and just was. It was a great feeling, and it was emotional to leave. I want to be able to live in that freedom everyday.

Here's to trying.

Just a few pics to satiate curiosities :)