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You should never go to Alaska as a young man

“John Muir, the famous naturalist, wrote in his journal that you should never go to Alaska as a young man because you’ll never be satisfied with any other place as long as you live. And there’s a lot of truth to that.”

~ Tom Bodett

(sorry, i don’t remember where i saw this quote)

Good thoughts and bad thoughts are just like clouds in the sky

Just before I woke up Wednesday morning I had a particular thought in my head. As I pondered that thought I heard a feminine voice in my head say that good thoughts and bad thoughts are like clouds in the sky. They come and go, and when they’re gone the sky is blue.

After I heard that I laid in bed (still asleep) and wondered if that would be a helpful thing to tell anyone else.

Waking up in a strange bed, but with a Cinnabon

I woke up on the left side of a king size bed this morning. It wasn’t my bed, but I was blanketed in a thick, soft comforter, which felt wonderful. I looked around briefly. Wherever I was, the room seemed very nice. It was light outside.

Young woman works at Best Buy to talk to her father

Interesting discussion of the day: A young woman who helped me at Best Buy today told me that one reason she works there is so she has something she can talk about with her father (tech stuff).

A woman walking down the middle of the road at 5am

One summer morning back when I lived in Talkeetna, Alaska, I had to leave my little cabin at 5am to be at the Toyota dealer in Anchorage by 7am so they could try to figure out why my RAV4 kept filling up with water every time it rained. Since it was summer, the sunlight at 5am was pretty much the same as it was at noon, which was always cool.

About twenty seconds after driving down the main road out of town — actually there’s only one road in and out of town, so it’s hardly worth referring to it as the “main road” — I came across a woman in a white dress walking on the lane divider stripes in the middle of the road, in the same direction I was driving.

I was reminded of that morning when I heard the song Chevy Van by Sammy Johns just now.

Two “okays,” and those shoes

After working until one o’clock this morning, I had barely woken up at 9:30am when someone kept knocking insistently on my apartment’s front door. I was dressed in old blue sweatpants with dried streaks of clay on them, a bright orange beach shirt, slippers, haven’t shaved in three days, just out of bed hair, green under the eyes because that’s what they look like when I wake up (thanks to the MCAS), but I answered the door.

A woman I know was standing there. “Okay, that outfit is pretty ridiculous,” she said. “But I was thinking, we should go out some time.”

I didn’t answer because I wasn’t awake and was barely processing what she said and I don’t really go out (also thanks to the MCAS). Then she said, “I have to go to work now, but maybe we can talk later?”

“Okay.”

I’m still not awake, but she wears high heel shoes a lot, so she always makes me think of this Eagles song.

Hate-y bits

In the “lucid dream holodeck” this morning, I was hanging out with a group of peeps when a tornado suddenly appeared. Everyone started running for cover, and I grabbed a dog and started running for a basement when I looked back at it and thought, “This isn’t a tornado, it’s just an insane amount of energy.”

Holding the dog under my right arm, I stood my ground. When I did this, the energy stopped moving like a tornado, and — skipping over the whole “Transformers” thing — it eventually took on a female human form.

Further skipping past our introductions ... I eventually suggested that she talk to some other people in the dreamspace, but she said no, I had less “hate-y bits” than the other people. (Language differences often make for interesting translations.)