This morn I woke to two dreams; in the first I was talking with FP, and due to a bit of a language barrier, we gesticulated a fun, humorous conversation. There was a rectangular white tarp on the ground, and he jokingly motioned as if he was presenting a cornucopia of fruits and breads to the table. I then squatted aft of the tarp, pretending to raise a sail on the invisible mast of a sailboat. In the second dream I was swimming in green river water – but this water was more dense than usual. I took freestyle strokes, fingertips gripping the thick murk to pull forward. Today, in the real world, the Republican candidates debated on TV, and consequently in the back of my head. I again fantasized about leaving this country, becoming a citizen of a real republic instead of a militaristic empire indebted to the Communists. Ron Paul’s ‘common sense‘ did impress me, however, boosting my impression of the Lone Star State. I strayed from the hours of telecommute work I had planned for today, a bit demotivated by the day’s dealings, favoring research into international arts events instead. I took a last look at the schedule and tried to max it out with films, but then again, the ‘max out’ philosophy is not really where I’m at at the moment. Biting off more than one can chew can create problems. A better strategy would be to simply process what I have and leave room to spare.
