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Had two major dream segments last night. One dealt with being on a team of people who were recreating old software games. We had checklists that we were working with that detailed the logic behind each game. We would review the checklists, follow the logic through its many paths, and end up certifying that the checklist matched the original game. With that in hand, programmers could be turned loose to implement the game. It was a highly structured set of operations and details had to be followed precisely. There was a lot of crosschecking involved. For some reason, I was really good at finding flaws in the logic flows. So I was used as a checker of other's lists and protocols.

At some point, we were taken to a stadium where a football game was scheduled to take place. When we entered the place, someone flipped on a large monitor. A couple of guys who were already there gave us the evil eye and turned off the monitor. I immediately flipped it back on, grabbed the remote control, and told the guy who had turned it off that I now controlled the unit and it was going to be on.

We found our seats and I started fiddling with the remote. Turned out that I had troubles using the remote and kept bringing up the wrong images on the screen. For what seemed like forever, I monkeyed around with the remote, but couldn't bring up the game image. The two guys who had flipped the monitor off were smirking at my clumsy actions. I was getting really frustrated and I awoke.
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Caught part of an NPR story about the history of coffee. I contained some interesting health-related data regarding coffee's medicinal values and traits. There was also an interview with a writer, a woman, who had moved back to South America (Columbia??) and started a coffee farm. They involved the whole village. They named the farm after a regional spirit and they enrolled the villagers into not only planting coffee trees, but learning to read and write. There was something very moving about her commitment and dedication to the earth and the people. I think their farm name was Alta Gracia (something like high grace).

Heard another interview this morning with Studs Terkel, who was in his nineties when interviewed. They mentioned his most recent book, Hope is the Last to Die. I picked it up based on the interview. It sounds fascinating. He is a character. Ninety plus and still writing even though he said he would quit a long time ago.

Finished the Munro book of stories, Runaway. She is clearly the master of that genre. Stories that are so rich, so complete, so satisfying, and yet seemingly effortless and flowing.

August is half over today. Two weeks have spun past and left small notice of the passing days. Feeling like I want to head for the beach sometime this week--perhaps Wednesday (if it's Wednesday, it must be beach time).

Been reading through the Power Healing book (reminds me to check on an upcoming course through the recreation center). I've been doing one of the suggested exercises and it seems to be working. Asking for help in healing my body, mind and spirit on all levels. Asking for some assistance in raising up my energy levels, clarity of mind, and so on. I believe I am seeing results. Have a Qigong class tonight, which I have also been practicing as well. The two activities complement each other, work together.

Experienced some clearing at the chiropractor this morning. Clearing was in the neck area.

One month until I leave for Memphis. The change will be good. I need to move about and see if I can triangulate on a plan for myself. Rainbows are coming, let the raindrops fall.