"Dreams, Dreams, Dreams!"

I think it's totally bizarre.  While I'm told not to overanalyze my dreams, or for that matter most other shit that passes through my sorry excuse for a brain, there just has to be some message in my recurring stressful dreams.  I say this primarily because of the their nature.  Often I dream of Ironman, often I dream of my 27 years with Magna, and often I dream about the catholic church.  Anything other than these 3 themes is rare.

Last night I managed to incorporate my 3 favourite topics into one long crazy saga.  It started out with a triathlon in some foreign country that seemingly took place at night!!  When I lined up to show my entry bracelet to begin the race it turns out I had forgotten to get one.  If that wasn't enough I also forgot most of my gear, most notably shoes of any kind.  After some attempts to participate anyway I finally had to accept failure, and  headed off to find Roo, who of course was "unfindable".  Then of course my phone didn't work, but thankfully my long time Magna friend lent me his work phone to call Roo. He left the phone with me, but neglected to tell me that it functioned only in Portuguese.  By this time I was completely alone, or at least alone in the sense that not a soul spoke English.  Somehow, with my smattering of Spanish (its close), I got direction to a neighbouring town where you guessed it, they had a priest who spoke English!  I seem to remember a Father Alvarez?  (I think he was a character in a James Clavell book, maybe Shogun.)  Anyway, when I got to wherever the priest was I was so sickened by the old ladies praising his virtues to high heaven, despite my knowledge that the man was not so virtuous at all, that I looked for another resource.  The other resource was laying in a drug induced stupor in a gutter,  (oh yah, there is that theme as well, but it's not very common)....and so my dream ended.

I feel pretty messed up really.  Why can I not let go of these things?  While I kinda get the Catholic Church stuff because it was all so screwed into my youthful brain, I just can't understand the rest.  Did I, and do I still, identify myself as either important business guy, and/or macho ironman guy, to the point that those things became a measure of my value as a person.....hmmm???

Whatever the dreams mean, I know that I wake up every morning hung over from them.....

But to end on a more positive note I continue to run almost every day.  It's only 5 kms, but I never feel the faintness, and it always seems exhilarating.  Today I set a new modern era record of just over 27 minutes!!  And while I acknowledge the fact, it doesn't even bother me that I once ran that distance in 18 minutes!!

And while most all of the quotes I found about dreams make them seem like a good thing, I personally no longer have use for dreams...sleeping ones or waking ones!

So thank goodness for this guy.  If you have ever read his stuff, or even read much about him, you would know that he had a pretty dark side as well.

"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before."--- Edgar Allan Poe

Love

Peter