I have an overactive imagination. Too active. Sometimes too active that I cannot sleep. At least not the way I would want. There are always thoughts running through my mind and I have never had a blank moment. There is always an idea or a string of words or a random thought that my mind plays with at all times. When I sleep, I am awake. They are one and the same. I never sleep deeply. I wonder about people who sleep deeply. A gift?
And so it was in this overactive state that I fell asleep last night. Or fell as-wake, if you like. I had the most “colorful” dream. There was Ursula(Sea witch in the Little Mermaid cartoon), there was a dog named “Boon-ey”, there were bright lights, Ursula bullying Booney, Booney running to my house and turning into a stuffed toy, me noticing that the stuffed toy’s nose was twitching, me telling my mom, my mom getting a pair of scissors, us cutting up the stuffed toy to get rid of the magic, Ursula screeching in pain at the destruction of Booney…
Lordy, what a to-do. Was I actually asleep? I don’t know. Was it a dream? I don’t know? I’ll tell you this though, my imagination really needs to chill. Some of the things I think up? Wow! Hollywood would make a ton of cash from making movies out of them. Why, just the other day I was thinking to myself, imagining, which one of the past presidents of my country crapped in their diapers the most as kids. Which of them cried more too. I tried to picture these bearded and grown men now with what I imagined they would look like as babies. LOL. I honestly had me a good laugh at some of the pictures I came up with. And when I got to the part about who crapped the most, ha ha ha! I had a blast.
I can be in a bad place and not even notice what is going on around me… because me and La Grosse Dame and the rabid imagination, we are having ourselves a ball. These word from The Matchbox20 song “Unwell” comes to mind…”I’m not crazy, I’m just a little impaired, I know right now you can’t tell”… Oh well!
So… ho ho ho!
It’s Christmas tomorrow!
But I don’t want to do the whole cliché Merry Xmas thing. It’s nice to hear but it’s also too predictable and oh-so normal.
And I don’t like normal.
Even Simon agrees with me!
So… I will leave you with this piece by Charles Bukowski, my favorite author and the most undead person ever. Let the words marinate and may the reason for the season not be forgotten in the spirit of all the cheer and bounty. Aye.
“Christmas poem to a man in jail
hello Bill Abbott:
I appreciate your passing around my books in
jail there, my poems and stories.
if I can lighten the load for some of those guys with
my books, fine.
but literature, you know, is difficult for the
average man to assimilate (and for the unaverage man too);
I don’t like most poetry, for example,
so I write mine the way I like to read it”
~Charles Bukowski, What Matters Is How Well You Walk Through The Fire.
Till next Wednesday and infinity and beyond guys!
Enjoy… and fra la la la la la la la la!!!