jarred out of sleep, my fist was still in motion in my dream as i punched an imaginary man but in reality i was punching at my bedside table. it seemed so real, and the swinging of my arm did happen, it would have hurt if i made contact so i was happy i did not punch the table, and more thankful to not swing the other way towards my sleeping spouse. perhaps the recent stress that has managed to seep back into my life, it comes no matter who you are, where you are, stress is all around. although this is the first time where i had actually done anything other then stimulate a jump in sleep. as the meditation sessions go deeper i wonder if this exploration into the mind thing is a good thing after all. best to let sleeping lions sleep.

so much of our lives, brains and abilities stay relatively dormant. we go about our days, but not in the extremes that could happen if we pushed. if we really wanted to we could accomplish quite a lot, beyond what we are doing today (I should really be speaking for myself) although down time is important and much of what we do also does not matter. they are all games, played by ourselves and with others, in a sort of cat and mouse or hide and seek way. creating problems we don’t have, products we don’t need and getting us out of situations we should have never been in. man is amazing out of creating something out of nothing.

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pretending all is well, we put on our good face and go back out there. smiling at our spouse and our friends, we clock in and get to work. eating pre-packaged foods on the hamster wheel we run. we go homes to our box, put on the glowing tv and get lost in the others lives. our heads tilt to the right, we consume some aged fruit juice and pen an idea of two before we drift off to the other world waiting us, where we swing at imaginary ghost and float along in clouds of marshmallows. we do we do we…