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Up early today. Awoke feeling energized and clear. Another set of three dreams last night or one dream with three segments. In the first part of the dream, I was in a small town. I was going to the local store to hang out. I don't think I was intending to buy anything. Before I left for the store, I was given a pair of specially designed sunglasses. They were yellow with frosted lenses. When I put them on, my vision became crystal clear with everything in sharp focus. I went into town wearing the glasses. The glasses were in some way related to police work or surveillance activities.

In town, there was a store where clothing was sold. I went there and picked out a yellow jumpsuit outfit. The attire was really loud and colorful with abstract designs over most of the surface. I bought the outfit and wore it to some event where there was dancing. At one point, someone pointed out that the outfit still carried a sticker that had not been removed. I pulled the sticker loose and threw it away.

At some point in the dancing, I decided that I was going to go back to the store and either trade in the jumpsuit or return it. I wanted a different outfit. I had seen or was thinking about an outfit that was like a wet suit with a pullover top. It was in blues and black.

When I got to the store, I discovered that they were rearranging the men's clothing area. They were moving it to another part of the store. This activity was similar to a dream scene that I'd had before. I noted in the current dream that this had happened in another dream. In any event, the store people, and the man who had given me the sunglasses, were busy carrying racks of clothing to another area within the store. About this point, I awoke. I got up and did my arm lifts, mixed up my morning kefir/acai/prune juice concoction and began the day.

I also awoke with thoughts about hitting the road. The number of things that pop up that I think need to be addressed continues to grow. I haven't started recording that list so far, but must soon do so if the trip is going to happen. I'm still waffling somewhat over what I will do--trip or rent another place for some limited time. A few more days to ponder this then action will be required.

Spent part of last night helping L get her new computer up and running. She did a good job of researching what was out there and picked a good device and monitor. Lots of capability for not much money. Amazing feature set for the costs involved. Anyway, it was assembled, backed up, and brought online with minimal hassle.

Reminds me that I have to research and decide what laptop unit I would get when I head for the road. Short excerpt last night on NPR regarding short stories. How the emphasis on novels is actually reducing the number of short stories being written/submitted (good ones). Made it seem that a person might not make a living writing shorts, but could keep up a steady side job, especially if they have some existing income. I saw a path; I see a path. The doorway opens by a crack and I can peer into the cozy room. The room has a fireplace, a desk, and shelves of books. The ideal writing lair.

Just shut off the room heater. It's really noisy. When silenced, the room becomes still and calm like a boat sailing effortlessly across a lake. There are small sounds--the tinkling of wind chimes, sounds of car motors whisking by, the distant rumble of a plane's engines, the chirping of birds. The roar of the heater fan, when stopped, leaves a large empty space with only small attendant sounds.
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Back nearly 12 hours from the time I started this post. Time goes by, in the wink of an eye. There was lunch, then checking mail, sorting through old mail pile to eliminate the crap, dropped by L's (her computer working well), then to the chiro, back to the post office, grocery store, and went online too tell SS to direct deposit my checks.

In the background, the mantra of "trip, rent and stay, trip, rent and stay." Options, options, options. What to do? Tomorrow with G the conversation will become louder, and hopefully more distinct. I know it's arbitrary, but I feel like the end of this week is a deadline from which I begin to act on my intentions.

Part of me argues for staying, writing and then taking off once I've got some work done, things ready for publication. Another part of me says take off and let the universe show you what is out there. Pros and cons both ways. Both have their up and downsides.

I wait for a defining dream. All of the recent three part dreams are giving hints. Last night's triplet was dropping hints. The clarity glasses, the yellow costume, and the store being rearranged. Hints. Several hints regarding the issues I'm wrestling with. I need to see clearly even if I don't intend to take action. I must become a witness too what's possible.

Then when I act, I may choose something not exactly right for me, but I can change my clothes, my appearance, my outfit. I need too also understand that nothing is stable. Circumstances and appearances may change by the time I return. Things will be moved and I'll have to adjust to where things have shifted. It's part of the deal. Clarity, choice, change. Three C's, three constants.

Look forward to what my dreams may tell me tonight. Then a busy day--feldenkrais class, session with G, visit with L, chiro, and dance class. Not much time tomorrow for contemplating what I'm planning to do, but I'm sure my agenda will bend to make room for some thoughts here and there.

May the dream angels flock around me tonight and fill the evening with vivid scenes.