Dream Dark Stories

Tag: living

  • Day…, Hmmm…, What day is it?

    Hi-ho and hello everyone.

    How are you today? How are you this week, or this last month?

    On a personal level, I’m here. I’m alive and I’m breathing a familiar air. But, there’s a hitch. My health has considerably slowed my reaction time, my processing, and delivery to all factors of my reality. And let me tell you, it’s a doozy.

    So, the thing is health, am I right? The answer is yes. I am right. For the simple fact of this, Multiple Sclerosis is a sorry bastard that hangs on the back  of the mind like a monkey with a cause. And sorry to tell you, everyone is different. Some are treated with minor degrees of issue, balance, minor vision alterations, and some confusion. Others have the joy of the MS hug, cold limbs, tingly skin, sensations of flesh burning, and oh yeah confusion, memory issues and so on. Then you have the ones with mobility issues and assorted issues as mentioned above. Everyone is different and it makes the disease an isolating son of a b****. 

    My balance is being questioned on a daily, I lean this way, fall that way and stumble around like a drunken buffoon. I don’t drink. At all. My vision blurs and fades, colors dwindle, and taste disappears. But the worst, honestly, the worst aspect of it all, is what is happening within. Mentally.

    I’m chasing my mind with a net like a sieve catches sand. It’s effortlessly useless though. I’m chasing a figment of myself through the red forest and when grasped, it comes in sharpened blades slicing away at what’s left. It’s like chasing what’s in the mirror, there’s nothing to be caught and if ever it’s feasible, it’s a downgraded and filibustered variety that doesn’t compare to even the most basic form.

    Think Picasso writing his memoir through paint with a fever.

    Water Colour – Marigolds by: M. R. Vega

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning. Good morning and good night. May your day be bright and the night be bliss.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Thirty-Three, May 12th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Ever see that episode from Twilight Zone with the coin standing?

    It is a favorite of mine, one that has just the right amount of humor, the right amount of romance and a great ending. The story is of a simple character Mr. Hector B. Poole who happens to flick a quarter in for his daily newspaper. However, at the moment of the quarter landing in the box for pay, it’s found standing. Not budged, unfazed, resolute. Hector thinks nothing of it. He continues on…but finds a miraculous gift that he can hear the thoughts of others.

    It is an enthralling tale of heroism and mettle, one that always happens to bring a smile when I find it on. That said I’ll not share any more in hopes you take to watching it on Paramount+, maybe Tubi, or MeTV a favorite of mine.

    “A Penny for Your Thoughts” – Photo, courtesy of Paramount+, Viacom

    The reason I bring the show and the specific episode is to question.

    One, have you happened to see the episode? Two, any chance you’ve found a moment so similar that it calls for a camera and post, or take notice and share? Three, were you secretly hoping you’d have Hector B. Poole’s curious but momentary gift? What would you have done?

    On a personal account, I’ve been a lucky duck a time or two with a coin, finding it standing so resolute. And gosh I hoped, fingers crossed, eyes squeezed tight with a deep hope to hear the thoughts of others, especially as a young one, the thoughts of being able to know it all seemed nothing but magnificent.

    It happened the other day, the coin standing, out in the shed, why I had a coin in a place there’s no need, I couldn’t tell you, but it happened. And I thought but for a second, ‘I should take a shot of this and share it with someone…’, but I digressed and went about in my present moments continuing on, doing whatever it was, likely petting my scruffy Lobo and Oreo.

    I came with a resentment though, I came with a harrowing insight to what streaming, social media, and the connection to everything was doing. But of course, this stemmed from reading and not having friends. It stemmed from falling into a horror of Ellison’s, Vonnegut’s, Bradbury’s, or Clark’s. And I let it feed my animosity…now that’s been negative in some ways but beneficial in others.

    To be frank, I’m s*** with the computer, pretty crap with insta, but I’m trying to figure s*** out. The thing is I’m also trying to make sure I don’t fall into the groove of having my nose in a screen all the f****** time. I don’t want that. I love reading people’s perspectives, don’t get me wrong, I love reading the psychology of others, I love doing school online, having the grasps and capabilities to find the data and facts to hold what I’m talking about, things I like to figure out, and cherish with a wondrous splendor, especially with film and books.

    And I hope I don’t keep you long, life is too beautiful, life is too precious, going to be present. I’ll see you all tomorrow.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night!!!thank you for your support, for following and I wish you well. To the mothers, Happy Mother’s Day to mothers old and young, new and great, happy mother’s Day, though belated …Happy Mother’s Day!!

    NOSCE TE IPSUM