Thoughts: Dreams and Poetry: in dreams we let go of our inhibitions; in poetry we write them back out. Some seem to be divine messages, while others seem more like satanic nightmares. Be that as it may, they are the gateway to our: fears, wishes and desires. Our brains remain active during sleep, thus some of us can plant an alarm clock within our system, and into our dreams.
During our dream states Cheap Jerseys China , muscle tone is nil (our bodies become paralyzed). Why? Well, if not, would you really like to act out your dreams? Not me, I'd end up on the floor swimming the ocean, or flying to another country without a plane.
It might be of interest to some: animals dream, just watch their eyes. But why? you might be asking Cheap Jerseys , and that would be a good question; there are a few reasons. First, they are vulnerable, and yes, it is as it should be, part of the elimination process so other animals can eat. Second, cold blooded animals (reptiles) get energy from the sun Wholesale NFL Jerseys Online , and thus at night, have very little; while warm blooded animals get it from food, and other ways to conserve energy, and sleep is one of the ways, like us humans. Hence, sleep requires dreaming Wholesale NFL Jerseys Cheap , and sleep gives energy. And animals need time to sort out strategies for survival, I would expect.
So I must ask myself: what dreams or memories are worthy of being a poem? For our brain-during sleep-sorts out the things worthwhile putting into our memory banks, and throwing away the rest. If not we'd have a big head, with a lot of useless-knowledge. Out of the #642 poems I've written, about 20% came out of dreams; and likewise with my 150-short stories, and some 40-longer stories. So I can thank my sleeping and dreaming Wholesale NFL Jerseys Free Shipping , for giving much of my daily writings.
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Today, I took my wife to lunch. That in itself is hardly any news at all. However, what should have been a lovely celebration of something personal turned out to be pretty lousy. Here's what happened...
We went to a local marina where there is a selection of restaurants. We strolled along the marina just to have a look at what was on offer. The first restaurant we walked into was about one-third full. I stood at the front desk and waited... and waited... and waited.
There were three people behind the counter busying themselves with all sorts of menial tasks. I eventually managed to get the attention of a young lady. She stood directly in front of me and looked at me. Not a word did she speak. No "hello." No "welcome to our restaurant." Nothing.
She just stood and looked. Eventually, I said: "Excuse me. What should we do? Do we order here or take a seat and wait for somebody?"
The young lady sighed and mumbled something that sounded like: "do whatever you want." Not being one to suffer rudeness, inattentiveness or sarcasm too well when I am the paying customer I simply turned to my wife and we walked out.
We selected a second restaurant a bit further along the boardwalk. In we went. We paid up front then were told to sit at table seven. There was no table seven so, while my wife waited I went back and enquired. The young waiter pointed to a table in the corner. He didn't say anything either. Just raised his arm in a gesture and pointed with a dumb look on his face. He just pointed like some sort of mute zombie. Oh boy! I didn't need a conversationalist but what is it with these kids? Have they lost the art of polite communication?
I was shown to a table marked four. That Wholesale NFL Jerseys China , apparently was table seven. Hmm... interesting concept. The table was filthy, covered in salt, greasy fingerprints and bits of lettuce everywhere. So, off I go again. I asked the same young man if he would clean the table for us. Oh-oh! That must have been outside his job requirements. You would have thought I had asked him for a pint of his blood.
In his own good time - several minutes later - over he came with a squirter and a cloth. Squirt, squirt, squirt then swoosh - all the crap on the table went into my lap. I just sat there seething. My wife asked me to remain calm as I was about to get up yet again and ask for the manager.
After about twenty minutes out came the food - mine a massive plate of the most tasteless calamari I have ever suffered. It was horrible. I left most of it on the plate. The only saving grace was my wife's meal. She told me that her fish dish was very nice. I had a taste and yes it was.
The point is this - I will NEVER enter either of these lousy joints again. Furthermore Wholesale NFL Jerseys , I'll let all my friends know not to go there too. What is happening to pleasantness, manners and service with a smile? Most of those things now seem like "old world" values. To top it off the meal was expensive too.
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