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When it rains, it turns everything green. Tax rebate checks have poured into the mailbox.

Today is moving at its petty pace or perhaps even slower than that. Dream last night was an epic. It involved an immense warehouse filled with art objects, devices, and miscellaneous debris. There were two other buildings that belonged to the owner of the warehouse.

For some reason, the owner was abandoning the buildings. He was going to lock them up and leave. But in some fashion, people heard about the closings and started gathering in anticipation of looting the places. I thought the owner was aware of this possibility, but he seemed oblivious.

People came and started taking things. There was a metal figure, several feet tall, with an insert that was placed into its head or hat. Someone took the insert and I had to tell him that it all went together. Take it all or leave it for someone who would do so.

The office area of the warehouse was glass enclosed and looked sturdy. People were hammering the glass with hammers, but the glass just vibrated and held. I realized that the office was hardened and could withstand a tactical nuke, if required. That made me feel better about the looters, but I was still upset over them being there and taking other things.

I finally awoke, feeling frustrated over not being able to hold back the looters and for having lost many pieces of art and other artifacts. The image of the huge warehouse and a road that led to the other buildings seems etched into my consciousness. It is as if the dream place will be seen eventually for real, someday.

I've lost a lot of the details from the dream. Just remember the metal statue with its metal insert, and a looter trying to take just a piece.
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Dancing last night was a drag. Floor was sticky and made turning/movement difficult. Nice, small crowd appeared. Place has been renovated and is brighter and cheerier. Talked for some time with A regarding his journeys and travels now that he's retired. He and S are the traveling couple. Has done almost all of the US and is still on the road.

Made me think even more about packing up and hitting the road. Need to get some minor work done on the truck, but it could be the steed that takes me onward. Looked up Woodall's stuff today--all one needs to know about camping and rec vehicle touring. They give a huge discount for ordering their books online. Part of the list I'm making--fixing up truck, gathering gear, getting materials, etc.

Not sure how all this will turn out, but it seems to be a calling with me right now.

Have about two months in which to make plans and decide. Staying doesn't seem to make a lot of sense versus hitting the road. Have to start things in motion next week. A few more days of pondering.

Put J in contact with A re start up assistance. This was after dreaming A & W (not the soda) into reality a few days ago. L off to her friend's house tonight so I have had a quiet afternoon and can do whatever tonight. Dance maybe. More likely will retire early and read. Keep pondering the possibilities of Travels with Mac--me and my trusty computer hit the road and blog the results.

Dance tonight--2nd Sat charity dance--also DUP (dances of Universal Peace). Had a (for me) big lunch (Melted Sausage Sandwich) and then grabbed a piece of carrot cake. After last night's blueberry pie plus whatever I ate yesterday it feels like I've eaten enough for now.

Started off the day with my new staple--kefir, juices, supplements, etc. Banking done and night's coming on. Listening to Prairie Home Companion (NPR).

Guy Noir, in a city that knows no sleep.

Listened to PHC and then Selected Shorts. A story by E.B. White that reprised some of the things with the Twin Towers, but done so years ago. Also heard a second story about a woman, Q, who lived frugally during the week so she could stay at a fancy hotel on weekends. She was a mixed-race person born to two hippies, who left her with her grandfather in TN before she left and came to NY.

For some reason, I had a moment when I thought back to when I was five or so. It was looking back down a long tube. I saw myself as a young boy and wondered what might have happened had I been awake enough then to choose what I wanted out of life. I didn't know I was making choices and that one of those choices was to always wait for things to unfold, not choose them into being.

Leaves me with a touch of sadness at what could have, might have been. I see that unsuspecting kid playing aimlessly, wandering the streets, expecting something that never appears.

I've had a relatively good life. A charmed life in some respects. But a life with no rudder, one carried along by the currents and tides. No plan, no structure for what I wanted to be or could have been. An easy life as well. Not a painful or difficult life. In my trance-like states, I seemed to have side stepped many potential pitfalls. Fell instead, most of the time, into the flowers, into the warm waters, into the fresh mown grass.

But that doesn't address the sadness and the sense of things not ever coming to point, to a conclusion, to some place fo solid accomplishment. It's always been by chance and not by intention.

So, does that mean there's one more journey to take? One more foray into the jaws of life, but with open eyes this time? Perhaps. I'm still waiting for the sign(s)--like I always do. Dream time once again. Welcome dreams and what you can tell me, what you can let me see.