I make no apologies about my intermittent preoccupation with nonsense. As a matter of fact, trying to break the nonsense in my brain down into sensible word bites like complete sentences with appropriate grammar tossed in here and there, has always been my first goal when writing. The real bonus now; fictional nonsense keeps me from my current preoccupation with the evil nonsense passing as Reality right now. At the moment, Reality does indeed suck.
The good news is, since I have been actively trying to make sense of the nonsense in my mind, the nonsense is still there, but at least now, it's almost , on the cusp, close to and nearby word groupings that make a point occasionally.
Hmm ........................
There I go again. I sat down to write an expansion of yesterday's thoughts and by the third paragraph I was off down a new rabbit hole. ........ No, not this morning. This distraction thing of mine is a big reason I don't post. It tends to piss me off unless I am really baked. And lately, I have been less baked and more straight than usual. ......... Back on Track.
Yesterday, a confluence of minor incidents and accidents were most likely responsible for my brief fascination with A.I. The image up top was the jig-saw puzzle of the day. A Facebook meme regarding A.I. passed through my feed. and then an A.I. video caught me and I posted it for a minute as real. I wrote about it, posted it, and moved on with my day.
Lately, I have the habit of picking a movie or TV show episode to fall asleep to. Every time I tell myself I will stay awake. Every time I don't. It used to bother me as I had been a life long night person. Now, 7 or 8 years into retirement, I have decided it doesn't matter.
The next thing I know, I am in full dream mode with Tom Hardy. He is not a hard boiled police detective. He is just a working stiff and the two of us are busy parking cars in a huge, to the horizon field of tall grasses with waves of tulips here and there swaying to and fro. The cars we are parking are junkers, high end beauties, and for some reason multiples of the red Volkswagen I learned to drive in so many years ago. Figures, Tom gets to park the high end rides while I am stuck with the junkers and the many Volkswagens. Tom laughs at me as he jumps out of one beautiful car and into another. I am the sad sack watching him enjoy his job while I am seriously hating mine................
I look up the rough dirt road we use to access the field. I see the dust trail of another car being delivered by Tom. When he is maybe 75 yards away, he loses control. The damn fool always drove too fast. .... He loses control and rolls it many times.
Because Tom is so cool and nothing ever goes wrong for him, when the Porsche stops rolling, it is back on 4 wheels and without a scratch. The car is perfect and so is Tom as he climbs out. He stands with legs spread, his hands on his hips and once again he laughs at me. He turns and begins to walk back up the road for another car. ........... As Tom disappears over the crest of the low hill, all I can come up with is, "You Fuckin Asshole".
My bladder then woke me up and now, here I am trying to write down as much as I can remember of the dream. There was more, but it hangs at the periphery refusing to take part in the tale. I can almost remember, ..... No......... Fuck it.
So there it is, an example of the "New Consciousness" I read about yesterday. Or, as I am beginning to believe, my own personal version of "Artificial Intelligence". Or is there really a world apart from our own that exists just for the dreams we come up with. Maybe Alice in Wonderland is a true story.
Keep it 'tween the ditches ................................
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I didn't fuck around this morning finding a song. Almost immediately I thought of "Dreams", by the Cranberries". They are definitely one of my favorite bands. Dolores O'Riordan, their lead singer, was taken from us too soon. I love her voice.
Hope you enjoy the tune.
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