gotta watch those lucid moments

Imaginative people come up with some pretty amazing things: you only need read fiction/spec fic/Sci-fi/Fantasy to understand that,,,,

BUT, the subconcious is a POWERFUL thing as an imaginative engine.   Woke this morning with a word in the forebrain, seemed damned important so I started doing some  internet digs to see what/where/when/how/why,,,,

nothin’     ‘term not found’  

just some nonsense word my brainium came up with and attached some ideas to, nothing of relevence to reality.

It really seemed important like something I was missing and needed to delve deeper into but alas, nothing at all.

I went ahead and wrote down everything I could recall about the word and how it hit me: lucid moments tend to be quite fleeting, and will vaporize in the ‘light’ of living things if not recorded.   (even written down, they get pretty fuzzy)    I don’t expect to find anything, but hey, what I have could be incorporated into some peice of fiction later on, no?   Like it being the name of some nefarious group involved in high crimes against humanity or som0ething equally “Cliché” .

Grizzy ‘woke’ me early,,, I guess he heard me tossing a bit as I was slowly coming to.  Thankfully he waited until I was laying there looking at the ceiling thinking ‘ I need to write this down ASAP’ ,,,  otherwise things would have poofed off back into the void where these things come from. 

most of the time.    I have been having some lucid dreams that don’t vaporize on waking, SOLID dreams if thats a concept you can understand,,,  

Riding,,,

Not kayaking, (thats a fairly new obsession for this getting long in tooth curmudgeon) but riding motorbikes down backroads, the wind in the ears, the rumble of a v-twin, the leans in turns,,,,   That power band when hitting the straights, rocketing forward down the road,,,,,   (I don’t like Harley’s.  Had one, hated it,,, My babies were Viragos, and despite the actual meaning of that name, were wonderful to me.)

sigh,,,

I wanna say its my hind brain playing ‘lets escape this nightmare’: its been quite a few years since I played with iron horses, but the freedom they represent never really leaves you does it?  I think that is whats really going on here. 

Short of some unexpected windfall (which would be needed elseways) a bike isn’t going to happen.    I have been tossing how it being a second vehicle would be a good thing, but

kayaks

I just can not see using a bike to haul around 17′ long kayaks, even if I did come up with a decent trailer that a bike could haul.   Thats one long ass ‘train’ of trouble in a state where people don’t give  a damn and are looking for some ‘accident’ so they can sue your pants off. (and why insurance down here is THREE TIMES more expensive than up in SinSin-nasty)  No, a bike would be just like the kayaks, a toy to ease the burden of living, an escape from the muhndane of daily living, maybe the occasional run to the store for something small, but as a tool of ulitity,,, not so much,,,,

‘Sides, I need more toys like I need a lobotomy,, (my Ex-wife would have happily signed me up for such, but thats another story,,,,) 

But it sure does not quell the dreams,,, maybe my talking about it here WILL,,, the dreams leave me in a state of longing that can bring on depressions.  I have no need of THAT,, plenty enough depressing things in this world without adding to it.

but to share what I am dreaming (I can do that thanks to UToobies in this case.)

More laters,

keep on livin’