My dreams are better than yours

My dreams tend to be awesome. Very vivid, but sometimes stressful. Many times it's just a scenario that I've been playing over and over in my head, girls, career, etc.., or if I played video games then I would dream I was in the game. A friend of mine was jealous of this, but I had to explain to him how stressful it was to be fighting aliens and trying to save the planet in your sleep. I would get no rest on those nights. Last night, however, was a really weird dream that was quite thrilling and dramatic, and seemed to be completely random. Let me see if I can articulate it and do it justice.

Dream- I was with some friends in Alaska, although it looked more like Norway. We went for a swim in this mountain lake that went up into the clouds, and we were swimming with Narwhals and all manner of bad ass sea creatures, and then we came upon this ancient ruin on top of the mountain. Mind you, the lake was alongside the entire mountain and stretching upward. Remember, physics has no hold in dreamscapes.  So we check out this old Nordic-looking ruin, and just around the corner we see an ancient city. But not just a normal ancient city that you would expect. It was one of the ancient civilizations that you read about in sci-fi, with floating bullet trains, and half of the people wearing metallic clothing. The other half was like a small village that you would expect to see in Bavaria, same type of architecture and clothing. Very simple living. When my friends and I get there, we realized that we're lost, but we don't care, because now it's an adventure. We split up and two of us get on the train, while my other friend and I hang out in the town a bit. Somehow we get involved in some scientific experiment that they're working on, because I'm a scientist, apparently. But, during our research, a few thugs come by and start murdering people in the town. This causes a big scene, and our research is the reason for the killing. They are fanatics opposed to scientific progress. The terrorists see us and suddenly we're the next targets. We make a run for it. We start hiding in some of the old Bavarian homes, grab food from some of the locals, and head for the bullet trains. We have to get to our friends before the murderers do, because they found out about them and are after them as well. A blonde cop stops us.   I don't know why that was important, but for some reason her being blonde was significant. Never mind, I just figured out why. Long story, another time. She tells us that the trains aren't safe because they've rigged explosives. She takes us in her car, which despite the fact that it's Mitchell's car (MST3K fans will understand), it can move beyond the speed of light. During this faster than light speed chase, we shoot the enemy's car and they die, just as we arrive in the past to the second our friends get off of their train.

The dream ended with my friends and I hanging out some 50 years later in what appears to be a masonic lodge, reminiscing over photos of this event and I start crying, remembering it all as if it were yesterday, and missing the friend who died prior to this meeting. It was the friend who was with me throughout the entire event. He died of natural causes. We were all old now. It was coming for all of us. -End dream.

My alarm went off at 5:15am this morning and the first thought in my head was "holy shit...", still feeling the excitement and sadness from these events. That, my friends, was the coolest dream I've had in awhile. Be jealous.

It's official

Humans are the worst. Most of us really make NO sense whatsoever. Friends, count yourselves lucky for we are few, we that try to utilize the most important distinguishing attribute we have as a species: our evolved brains. Praise be to those who strive to adapt and learn openly, without fear. Those who approach new situations with hopeful intrigue, regardless of past wrongs. For those who feel content to remain in fear, who shudder at the mere notion that things can be better, and not least of all those who arrogantly dance in circles of ignorance, I have but one question: Are you kidding me?

So you think you've won, do you?

Well played, Time Management, well played. Your vast array of vintage blazers and pea coats online was a tempting ploy, and you had me for an hour or so, but I will no longer succumb to your treachery. I will finish my reading this very night! Then you shall feel my wrath as I sleep soundly in my comfortable king-sized bed, waking refreshed and ready to bring the battle to you, my old friend. I really want this coat, by the way. It would look so much better on me than the weird goth guy who's currently in possession of it.

No work tonight, it seems

Meet Murphy, my Maine Coon. He's not very happy with me because I haven't been home all day and because I can't control time and make it dinner time. For punishment, he's decided to park his 20lb. butt on my accounting book, which is conveniently on my lap. He doesn't look inclined to hear my protestations.

Exhausted, but...

I'll let a better man than me say goodnight, moon.

Between an idiot and an overly enthusiatic man

I don't know which was worse at the gym the other morning: the conspiracy theorist telling anyone dumb enough to listen that the Sandy Hook shooting never happened and it was a government scare tactic, or the really pumped up guy singing the song "Taking Care of Business" over and over and over again. Obviously, I do know which is worse in the long run (the former), but come on, overly cheerful at 6:30am guy, the song actually has more lyrics than "takin' care of business, everyday. Takin' care of business." Please learn the rest of the song. I appreciate your enthusiasm, but not your ambitious attempt at camaraderie. Most humans, even if awake, are still tired. Give us a chance to catch up.

Pressure is the name of the game

So, yeah. School, work, exercise, writing two blogs (I just started one on personal finance as well), refreshing my Mandarin, trying to refrain from being a hermit, eating healthy, writing an album, and trying to woo an intelligent, kind, capable, and let's not forget fantastically gorgeous woman. *Cracks knuckles* This is the kind of stress I live for. Time management, prepare for war.

The GSU Circus is in town

This semester I have a writing class on International Business. As far as the course goes, pretty straightforward. The only problem is my fellow classmates. It feels like the gang from the movie "Summer School." The first night alone we had one guy who's studying to be a lawyer, and already a bona fide jackass, get up and presume to lecture the class, completely disregarding the professor, a redneck woman who wouldn't shut up and wears her half-conceived notions on her sleeve, and another woman who's almost as loud that became friends with her. This is going to be a long semester. The commonly repeated phrase last night from myself and my new friend Z, the Croatian woman who sits next to me, was "Are you kidding me?" We were talking about globalization in general, and weighing the positive and negative aspects of it. The negative aspect we discussed  was a diminishing cultural identity. Everyone agreed that globalization is a positive force overall. The redneck blurted out multiple times "What's wrong with everyone being on the same page?" or "Why does everyone think it's a bad thing?" After a time I couldn't take anymore and turned around and explained to her that if she had listened, not one single group said it was a bad thing. She gave me a "how dare you" face, but shut up nonetheless.

What I wanted to scream at her was "You're white!! Of course you don't care about diminishing culture, because your culture (western culture) tends to be the dominating one! You probably want everyone to be just like you, a small-minded Christian who doesn't care that there are actual people with actual needs elsewhere in this giant world!" I guarantee she has never been to another country, unless it was on a cruise or some similar horse blinder fashion. But I didn't say those things, because the teacher urged us to be respectful of each other at the beginning of class. I just wish the three stooges understood what that meant.

Better late than never- my thoughts on the holidays

I meant to talk about this BEFORE the holidays, but my schedule got a little hectic so I'm just now getting to it. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not a fan of the holidays themselves because I'm an atheist, but I do love everything that goes along with it. I love the lights, getting together with friends and family, etc. Part of the human condition is being self-centered, and especially so for those with autism. It's comes from the evolutionary desire for self-preservation. It's natural. But the message around this time of year is to get your head out of your ass and think of others. I hate buying gifts, and would prefer that no one buys me anything, but I know that some of my close friends really do enjoy the act of going out and finding things for people. It was a couple of years ago that I started thinking about them instead of being negative towards the religious based holidays themselves. I still only buy for those I feel I have to, but I realized that I gained more enjoyment from the season by being able to partake in these activities with friends. This Xmas and New Years was the best I've had in a long time, because I was able to relax and just enjoy everyone's company. So thank you to everyone I was able to see, and I'm sorry about those I wasn't able to.