Beginning of a new month...

End of some turmoil? *shakes and shrugs and wriggles*

I don't know WHAT THE FUCK was going on last night - I was watching this "maybe" okay movie - I never really got to put all my attention into it. It's one of those japanese horror jobs called Tale of Two Sisters or something like that... great cover - what a consumer.

So there I am sleeping. Sorta. I hear a noise. I'm like, should I wake up and investigate? Then I'm like, nah fuck it. Then I got this image of some guy coming in and cutting my arm off - and me thinking of some Monty Python-esque humor where I pick up my chopped off arm and beat the bastard senseless with it. Then I couldn't get it out of my head.

You see back in the days when I fancied myself a writer, I would REALLY get lost in my imagination. That whole shitty family life will do that to you. I would have very lucid daydreams that would crack me up because they were comical in their violence/horror - because they were so real - like a scene in a movie.

A few minutes later I got over that weirdness and found a new weirdness. I was slipping in and out of sleep, I'd wake up and have this incredible sense of fear. Not just anxiety, but true fear. This happened about 3 times before I finally conked out and went to bed. I was only getting about 3-4 hours sleep anyway thanks to a late afternoon nap.

The weirdest thing of all was - I dreamt about moving back in my wife. Everything was okay. We forgave eachother for everything. All the silly shit that went on between us and we were moving on. This will most likely never happen - but I found out something interesting about me... It let me forgive her for everything. I just let it go. Put it in a bubble and watched it float away as the middle-management of yesteryear would put it. Fucked up.

So here I am - a happier man, because I let my bullshit go. I need to remember this lesson for later, yo.

Peace out my brothers from other mothers. (and sistahs.)

Uncle Shane