Down the rabbit hole...

Where will it lead?

I've been having dreams lately. Random. Some strange, some wonderful. Some so completely outrageous.

In one I was a WWII German Infantryman blasting through the allied advance through France. It was so real and violent.

Next.

A dream so wonderful that I would have killed myself to stay in. The details are so fuzzy on this one that I all know is that reality comparitively was so chokingly depressing.

Next.

A weird dream about high school. The events in this dream were so accurate to how things really were. It was a summer day and I was driving my blue truck down the Old Mill road in Leland, Julie was there, The Police was playing on my tape deck. Roxanne. I was singing in a really high voice trying to sound like Sting and Julie was laughing her ass off at me. I remember the feel of the air coming in from the windows. The bumps in the road. It was like I travelled back in time. But why that memory?

Back to reality... oops, there goes gravity.

My new iTouch is bricked and I'm pissed like no other. That thing is my life. Music is to me what oxygen is to humans. And it's the new year and I can't get the damn thing fixed. I was up til five in the morning watching every damn YouTube video on how to un-brick an iTouch. To no avail.

Quiet on the set...

I get the feeling that I'm losing my mind. My life is one big set-up. (ala the Truman Show). I feel that I'm watching myself from a camera angle or third-person. I hear music in my head to reflect the scene. Too much magic bus and my brain is mush.

New Year, Happy?

I'm glad 2008 is over. It's over. However I don't suspect 2009 is going to be much better for me but we'll see. It's only the first day of the year. I'm obviously not where I want to be at this juncture in my life. I've done and experienced so much in my life. More than probably %95 of people my age (buy my autobiography when it hits shelves). But what do I have to show for it?

mbh signing off...