Day Dreams of a Spaced out Old Man

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I came to wonder and write a bit.

 

A long time ago when I started writing here there were many people writing here too. Then today I realized; it's not a garden where our thoughts emerge anymore.

 

No one I remember writing here was competing. We all shared what we thought would be interesting. Now all of them are gone and I'm thinking there is no reason to post in this thread anymore.

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I lay dying. The world disappeared. Consciousness was not residing. No senses. None of the five were near. Not even a hair on my bare skin sent a tingle as the state I had fallen into had took me. Am I conscious now? Quite!

 

What will I do?

 

Big question?

 

So many things I haven't done I could have if I had. I would have needed just the stuff to clear the sounds and echoes from the train car away. I had for a moment. Then I found I could not get off train. It kept going and going and going into the darkness out into the light and back into darkness again. I began to feel the need to go. For the moment of gaining clarity I knew I had to go. The car was crowded. Packed front to back. The quiet I had achieved in my mind made it clear. I am not sure how long I had been unclear, but the pressure on the spot I could feel told me I had better find a bucket or a bathroom real soon.

 

The seat I was in was strangely familiar to me. It was like an old friend. I didn't want to lose. I had to go. My mind was clear, the noises of the train the people and all the movement were all outside my head now. Not like before.

 

I got up. Looking to see if anyone would even think of taking my seat if I went in search of the room where I could get some relief. No one looked at me once. They went on with their activities without giving a glance. I walked by excusing me as I plied my way between people. The car had a toilet. What a relief I felt.

 

I tip toed all the way the rest of the way there keeping my muscles tense so I did not spoil my boxer shorts.

 

I excused me a few more times. I stopped at the door. Occupied. I felt a weak spell. I felt the baggage start to loosen. Unoccupied. A man stepped out. It's all your's pal.

 

Perfect timing. I stepped in shut the door. Flipped the occupied lever. Wrestled my belt buckle loose. Dropped my trousers to my knees, spying the filthy floor, hanging on to them and without a thought I sat down on the toilet seat.

 

All the noise muffled now, stayed outside. I finished; washed and cleaned up. All dressed and ready to go back to the seat.

 

I twisted the knob to unoccupied.

 

I opened the door. A man stood their wide eyed. Man! You are a life saver!

 

We swapped positions.

 

Out in the isle I strode by excusing myself confidently as I passed by each person along the way. I saw that my seat was vacant and took it right away. As soon as I sat I felt my confidence secure and cozy. I let all sounds go on outside my head.

 

The rush from the magneto train was like the wind without a breeze inside the train. I looked about. I recalled where I was going. An epiphany strummed a note on my mind. I reached for my mobile phone. Took it out of my pocket. Opened the notation app. I wrote. It's is strange how needing to go makes us feel invaded mentally and then we forget momentarily. Followed by a sense of insecurity. Which leads to realizing how feeble our reality is. Then we switch off all the internal rumblings, clicking, talking, clothes ruffling, and even the shuffling feet grinding leather on the steel floor; because we realize we have to go, bad. Any second.

 

Our memory returns and we shuffle and hustle to get to the room on time. Just like we hustle to get to the job on time.

 

Now I feel insecure again. The job. I focused on the clock on my phones face. Still time.

 

What an amazing coincidence, how insecurity plays on many different connections so we don't forget. Even though we experience a complete and total expanse of consciousness in which every sound and motion seems to fill us until we are no longer a separate person from anyone on the train with us.

 

I typed Save.

 

A woman in a blue dress suit walking along among the standing seemed to glide right through like a hot knife through butter. I saw her move into the car from the end near the ladies room. I sensed I knew she had just had the same experience for needing to go and all the little trembles of insecurity. As she got closer I ignored her. I put my mind to task. Tested my wits to remember if I needed to rethink anything.

 

Did I remember to turn off the coffee machine, did I toss out the trash, did I brush my teeth.

 

I was looking down at my knees when I noted some blue shoes on a women's feet standing pointing in right to where I was seated. I thought she was going to ask me to let her by so she could sit down. I raised my head to look up. She looked me in the eyes.

 

At the next stop you will switch trains!

 

She commanded me. I knew I didn't get off and switch trains. I was on my way to work. I sputtered. What on Earth? What do you mean by that?

 

You're no longer are required to take this train. You're traveling on a different one as of today. A newer faster one.

 

At the thought of riding a newer faster train I felt the grand sensation of having been approved for a better quality of life. Excited by the adjustment I focused my eyes on hers. I prepared to ask questions.

 

Get up and follow me!

 

Still enchanted by the idea of being given a promotion, of sorts, I did as she said.

 

The trained slowed as we neared the door. She stepped ahead a bit and opened it just the instance all motion ceased.

 

She handed me a badge to clip on my pocket.

 

You'll be given an escort to the next train. Have a pleasant journey and great day!

 

I stepped through the door. Walked down the steps to the platform. Looked around. The train started moving. There was no one on the platform to greet me. I felt that sense of insecurity. I turned to look back at the car and thought to climb aboard. I could have sworn the woman was laughing like a maniac. The insecurity faded as before. It must have been a trick on my eyes because of the lights and the motion of the car's glass window.

 

I turned and walked toward the exit ramp. The place was still empty. I passed through the turn stile. Walked over to the moving stairs and began the rise to the top.

 

My confidence rose as I walked. I felt good because I regained that feeling of stability. I wondered what was ahead though.

 

I saw a man. Standing alone. Old man. Well dressed. Expensively well dressed at that.

 

There was no one else about. I walked towards him. After a moment I saw his face. Round dark glasses, long but nicely cut hair down to his shoulders. great big pearl white teeth filled his smile.

 

I knew him right away.

 

We smiled and gave each other a hug.

 

He looked me in the eye. Warmth shown on his face. I felt good as we walked.

 

You know it takes a while for that radioactive stuff to work and that other stuff from radiation to wear off. Now you're right as rain so you got off that Crazy Train.

 

I'm really glad you talked me into playing that game.

 

Yeah! Seemed real, didn't it?

 

Sure did.

 

I'm glad you bought into the works too. It would have been lonely without you and your family all together. You remember how tough it was for me finding out we walked away from that Dirty bomb and survived with all that crazy stuff we had to do to clean our systems out.

 

Yeah! I remember how our skin kept getting so dry. All those small scabs where the radioactive pieces floated down and touched the skin. No salve we knew of worked.

 

Then that strange old man in the bubble walking around talking to us about how his own illness saved him. He had live in that bubble all is life.

 

Until the radiation stuff was brought to all our attention.

 

How's he doing now that he's out of the bubble.

 

Great!

 

He'll be glad to see that you've finally gotten through the worst of it.

 

Hey!

 

Yeah!

 

I wrote some stuff on my mobile pad. Take a look.

 

Yeah! That's when you became clear. I wrote something almost like it. Our poor bodies were in such mess. I mean I remember hearing radio broadcasts and seeing movies in my head. Weird thing was, I felt like I was just seating at home watching the television or listening to the radio. I'd open my eyes though and find myself in the hospital bed. Whatever they gave us while that mental stuff was going on made it seem normal instead of unnatural.

 

I remember that happened too. Only it seemed like I was making choices in a program on a computer. I wake up tapping my fingers like I was typing or moving and clicking a mouse. The same with me though. Didn't bother me at all. Where are we going?

 

Over to the club house. We'll meet the rest who are clear and get something eat then plan for the rest of afternoon.

 

It's lunch time!

 

Yeah! You were passing through the loop when you checked out to be ready to dock and stay.

 

I've got to say, it's great to see you.

 

Wow! I seemed to recall a lot of talk about going to Mars. Is that a real deal?

 

Scammer's pulled that kind of crap back in the 40's after WWII. Even built fake flying saucers to get rich people to turn over their life savings. One or two got shut down after someone of import didn't return home. All the President's men and such found them nearly out of their minds on drugs they'd been gassed with once inside the ship ready to take off.

 

It was horrible life back then. Of course the ISS, Skylabs, SpaceX, and other companies are making a few bucks offering rides up to the Stratosphere and back. Some people still want a hotel in the Stratosphere to get there fat butts and some artheretic joints so they can live in painless zero gravity. Rich people like that have been hoping for that kind of deal since the late forties and early fifties.

 

All of them rocket rides are like Super fair rides for the rich thrill seekers. Mile high clubbers and all that.

 

Hey! Look there! Your wife! Better get ready for the collision. Here! Have a hanky.

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I accidentally lost sixteen pounds,

I decided to eat some berries I had found,

They all tasted berry good.

Fresh out of the garden

they tasted like they should,

when to my surprise,

while on the run from one toothache I surmise,

that the runs I might have gone on

took longer to relieve me of the pounds

then the runs I had that lightened me after days of three rounds.

Now I know this seems odd to talk about

but you never know when to make a good shout,

to tell the world,

be careful what berries you combine,

or you could lose sixteen pounds,

in three short days,

leaving you in a daze

and weak for a week

until you shake off the haze,

and get back on your feet.

 

Know any good fart jokes?

 

I can't wait to see what Maharg67 writes after I post this. :devil:

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The Puppeteer stumbled, fumbled the string, dropping his puppet smashing one knee. Crashing into a cardboard box with the life flowing out as the left foot found the floor. The puppeteer gulped. The puppet rose to it's feet. An abrasion on the right thigh sweat tiny bits of blood. The puppeteer raised up the strings and two no longer held. He looked on. Shocked. He watched with 4 strings remaining as the puppet walked on it's own.

 

The thought of the little wooden fellow walking with no strings to lift it's legs started the puppeteer's reality to cave in upon his mind. The puppeteer's eyes stared in disbelief his mind reasoned as the puppet turned it's head without aid, and smiled up at the puppeteer. The puppeteer's mind snapped. The puppet laughed without the puppeteer's voice.

 

The land of dreams, dark and dreary, took the puppeteer in, in a hurry. In his hurry, hoping to stop his mind from swimming around, sinking down, the swirling pool of light became a fright. He grabbed a hammer to smash the terror. Swung around he found his feet on unfamiliar ground. Frighten so. He could not feel his legs, The hammer in his grip fell to the ground. Nothing was real. His trunk, his arms, and shoulders all went numb.

 

The moment stung with one last poisonous prick and sent the last thought out of the puppeteer quick. The puppet he saw, up high above, turned, with remote control in hand, and played little dials. The puppeteer's mind struggled, then bobbed and nodded. The old puppeteer danced and sang. The puppet controlled the puppeteer. The puppet whistled a short tune. Tipped his hat and said, The puppet is free at last.

 

 

Sitting on the Berkshire County bench the wooden doll turned to flesh. With the remote control in hand he guided his new toy in preparation for the play. The show of shows, the first puppet that has no strings. Pinocchio

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I feel so light headed. I can't seem to find anything to write about. It's seems that all the schemes of my Day Dreams were meant only to relieve me of the conscious awareness I was uncomfortable being 60 pounds overweight. Losing weight has made my walks and climbing easier. It has restored muscle control all the way to my toes and the tips of my fingers.

 

Oh! If I had known how so much more difficult moving around can be when overweight and too, getting lazier and lazier. I still had to do all my own chores, but there was a difference I had not realized having a home and vehicle made.

 

I didn't walk to and from the places I had to go to find groceries I needed and miscellaneous items. I feel light on my feet, and yet, now my head seem clear that what was most dear, is just another way of keeping ahead of the one nightmare that keeps us all moving, "Death".

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Daydreaming is much easier when there are no pinches, pricks, or pains which make us twitch.

 

Daydreaming is like being on a soft cloud, fearless and proud.

 

Daydreaming is what makes us want to rise from the ashes where we reside.

 

Daydreaming is a focus on the hocus pocus which makes up the theme of being up on the stage accepting the award we so crave.

 

Daydreaming is what lifts us up to the stars where we can even stand on Mars.

 

Daydreaming gives us that moment when we receive the scholarship for all the grades we were working so hard for.

 

Daydreaming gives us the surprise that we wondered where in it lies.

 

Daydreaming is what we wake from when we realize that what we surmise is the prize and get back to worldly deeds when we sense it is not that far out of our reach. Add a little elbow grease, mix the flour and water well, push that pen to finish the thesis, and pencil in with chock and grins the answer to the sum total needed and we suddenly find we really are seeing that moment up high on the cloud at the podium on the stage getting what we daydreamed we would that day.

 

Remember, daydreaming is the way to place where the powers we know exist for us so we never quit because the welcome feeling that keeps us dealing with the mysterious reason for doing what gets us there.

 

It's so exciting when we stand up to receive it because with the help of daydreaming it all worked out.

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Daydreaming brought us Telstar in 1962.

How one little satellite changed everything... wOOt ... http://anewdomain.net/telstar-1-turns-55-how-it-changed-everything/

Daydreams of Mary Shelly: Frankenstein

Daydreams of Elon Musk: A home on Mars.

Daydreams are made of what you want to be the final results of your real designs.

 

Do you want to create a wondrous device in your laboratory, paint an exquisite picture in your art room, build a fantastic machine in your garage, or in outer space on the ISS, in your kitchen, or Explore the Universes in your own faster than light speed spaceship?

 

Daydreams are of the ideas we get when something inspires us to rise above our stomach and think with that tank between our ears. And Oh! What wondrous Ideas we can fill our brain tank with! :rolleyes:

 

What wondrous ideas you can conceive of with your mind is scientific poetry in motion?!

 

Daydreaming is exercise for your mind. :geek: Help keep your mind's imagination in healthy shape. :happy: Daydream!

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The Grand Illusion. What is the Grand Illusion? Is it something tangible?

 

I came to reason with people, only to reason with reason, and no reason came to me that anyone else wanted me to reason with their reasons. No one wanted to debate for reasons why they should get attention wholly and totally given to them.

 

I came to wonder and seek that which I was told I had none of. Friends.

 

I thought I found what I was looking for when it became clear what I was truly seeking. A friend.

 

I thought I found what it means to be a friend, when, one day I learned where the word 'friend' originated. Quakers.

 

I did not think I found a friend then, and when I learned what the word friend meant I knew I had found many.

 

Seeking an audience?

 

 

To be a friend; or not to be? Is to be a Quaker the only way to be a friend??? What question shall I quest for answers to next?

 

I am seeking an audience. Not just any audience. All of they who have the ability to be an audience.

 

The Grand Illusion? Really?! AM I SEEKING AN ILLUSION?! What is the Grand Illusion? Is it something tangible?

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I seem to have modders block. I haven't even had a moment during game play when I noted some flaw, some discoloration, some storyline that could use editing, some storyline, or a storyline that needed an ending.

 

Dark and dreary; sloth like fury, slow to build; so cold am I and I remain, while remembering the pain and heated desire to mod a rainbow in the air and at night light a delightful fire into which to stare to start a tale from the land in my imagination.

 

I feel like modding a dull dreary mod, with a demonic halloween spirit, that rises from deep inside the hidden realm of the magicka of my mind.

 

Every moment I dawdle I feel like old age is creeping in and filling my thoughts with dark clouds of forgetfulness. Forgetfulness that is leading me to sleep at times, times when I used to be brim full of spirits. And fun!

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Here I am,

I wonder when,

As time does fly,

I want to cry,

as a baby boy

I often did,

until I was older

older than a kid

I was told

now that I am old

it's not a boy's way

to shed tears

because of harm

caused by pain

ruffians blame

on a child

that's too lame

If I could go back

to when

and share

what I've learned

since then

I assure you

they would cry

like they did

when they lie

each time

because of

the way

we do things

by the by

today

Not because

I gave them

cause

from harm

but because

of the charm

we've all

come to know

weak as

withering

wild ways

all gone

it's okay

to cry

no one is

going to tell

just remember

though

not all bad people

go to hell.