wel com etot hev iot eth aze
ih earth atit sbec ometh ecr aze
theen d theall then othin g too
ther esno tad amn thi ngyo uc ando
thep urp lesd rink ther abi dreds
theb lacks be ge twi thin myh ead
theo pend oor wa yis myd ream
theb luesa bad one veryt hing
wel com etot hev iol eth aze
ih earth atit sbec ometh ecr aze
thed ream go eson
an don an don
theen dwill nev erbe
ih earth es nor eof thed rea mer
bu tcan tseew hat hec ans ee
if earth ed ream
if earth ewa ke
if earth eev eryth ing
ican tsle ep
fori fid ream
thed ream eriw illbe
Big Brother is watching you.
Big Brother loves you.
Big Brother only wants what's best for you.
Big Brother doesn't want bad thoughts or ideas
Big Brother made the Thought Police.
He did it just for you.
Big Brother doesn't want to see you make mistakes.
So he's changing the way you speak.
Big Brother doesn't mind.
He know's what's best.
He does it all for you.
You asked him too.
Big Brother will fill the media with propaganda.
And tell you what to think
And believe.
And if you don't
Well there is always the Thought Police.
There here to protect you too.
2+2 = 5
So there is this idea. The idea that our reality, the one we exsist in is nothing, but a dream. The dreamer, God if you want, is going to awaken, and our reality, and us with it, will vanish without a trace. Horrifying thought really, which is why we need to do everything in our power to keep the dreamer asleep. There were other ideas. That we dream each other. I'm dreaming you, you're dreaming me. That just becomes all confusing. I wonder if any of the people in my dreams are real? Well some of them have to be, I dream about friends and family. There're people I don't remember ever seeing though. Probably just inventions of my minds subconcious, taken from strangers I've seen on the street. Here's a thought, what if our reality was our dreaming. What if my reality is only a dream. What happens when I wake?
The squawk box will be up again soon... in case anyone has something to say...
I'm awake right now when all other sensible people are asleep. There are others awake now too, either because they're jobs require them to stay up all night, or because they have to get up early to go to work. I'm up because I'm either: A) Stupid, or B) I like the night. I think it might be a little of both. The terrible thing is, I have a day job. So me being awake right now isn't a good thing. But so the cycle begins again. I start every week off like this, and it continues through out the week. Four or five hours of sleep, work, hanging out doing what ever strikes my fancy. Then back to bed again at 3;30 or 4 in the morning. This goes on for about three, maybe four days. Then I crash. One night I'll just zonk out at about 8 o'clock, and I'll be asleep till the next day. The next couple of nights I'm back to the old rutinue, then the week end hits, and the cycle repeats. This is unhealthy, and I need to quit, but I'm not going to.
This habit of mine of staying up too late may be the contributing factor to the sureality of my world. Hence the title of my blog. My world, the one I experience as a person, the one I interact with and percieve, is a uneven cycle of surrealistic and realistic moments. I know what's going is real, and I don't hallucinate, well there was once or twice on no sleep for 48 hours, but otherwise, I'm sane. There are however, many moments that shouldn't be real, but definitely are. Then of course there is the matter of my mind. I make strange associations at times. In fact it happens more often than not. Some-one will say something about a automobile engine, and I'll take that and relate it to foodfights with chocolate pudding in a prison in France. Sometimes, this is scary, the connections actually make sense. Most of the time they don't. So for those of you who know me, and I sometimes start laughing, or I make a complete non-sequitor statement. There's probably, in reality a connection to the conversation at hand, just not one that would make sense to any one but me.
It probably boils down to my lack of sleep. If I got more, maybe my mind wouldn't be so far afield. But then, I might get bored...
