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It’s quarter to 12 in the afternoon, but it's supposed to feel like quarter to 11 right? Because we HODLd our daylight and then spent itt for daylight savings? That’ how it works right?
This morning I slept in. It was only to about 8:30 but damn did it feel luxurious. Dozing in and out for the first hour of consciousness is my favorite way to ease into the new day, which is usually why I prefer starting the day earlier, so I can hit snooze a few more times, do some morning yoga, meditate, or just sit on the edge of my bed staring into nothing while the world slowly comes into focus.
We used to call it the “one eye club” because that’s just about all I could muster opening. My morning state always makes @teamhumble laugh because hes such a get up and go person for the mornings. Once he’s conscious he’s off to the races. My momentum takes more tiLast night I had the oddest dream, about a young hispanic woman, who got caught up with the wrong crowd, fell in love with a drug dealer, and ended up in solitary confinement. The perspective was strange because I was watching the whole
thing like a movie, but also seeing things first person as her. Its a little fuzzy now but at the time it was SO vivid. I remember waking up and wondering if I had actually stepped into a portal and able to view someone else consciousness. It was a super strange feeling, when your dreams are so real and vivid like that.
I like talking to folks about dreams, on our podcast, I ask @teamhumble almost every episode if hes had any. I love hearing them, I love talking with folks who interpret dreams spiritually, folks who approach dreams from a psychological position, and folks who dont pay any attention to them, blaming late night pizza, or a brain chemical cocktail.
I think all of those positions are valid. Maybe not all dreams are meaningful AND not all dreams are meaningless.
In typical mystical pisces fashion, I tend to do on how the dream made me feel, and the way I felt in the morning. Sometimes I’m building a go-kart with my 4th grade teacher. I wake up and shrug and go about my day. And sometimes I feel a bit more, gripped, as if the dream is pulling me back during the day. Sometimes I wake up feeling like I have subconscious jet lag. There’s a haze.
This morning I felt a bit like I woke up in the wrong body, as I had spent 20-something years in the shoes of another person, to wake up as a different one. No wonder it takes me so long to get going some days.
All that being said, today’s weather is absolutely stunning. I’m wearing shorts at the moment, waiting for laundry to dry, and typing outside on my mat. I can’t bear to be inside on days like today, and I’m hearing it’s going to get even warmer. Of course there’s the impending siberian storm that’s headed our way for Wednesday, but I’m trying not to focus on that. Hopefully we’ll head out in a bit, take a nice walk and enjoy a pint together in the sun, on this beautiful spring-tease, Sunday.
Thanks for listening to my dreamy thoughts friends, and thank you to the blockchain for giving me a place to put them. They’ve had their time, and now I can get on with my day!
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Much loves,
Dayleeo
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