Had my bimonthly or however often it is dream about the ex last night. Do I have more than one ex? You bet. But there are only two ex's who frequent my dreams. Not ironically they are the ex's I loved. But the healthier relationship of the two gets a small role, appearing only once or twice annually, while the feature role goes to the unhealthy relationship. My hypothesis is that my brain is still trying to fix things even now. It's the cold fusion of love: scientifically approached from every angle, but never quite solved. My subconscious can't seem to accept unclosed doors. My conscious doesn't like them too much either. The day after was again a struggle. Throughout the day I am reminded of things made all too real by my vivid imaginings. Talking to someone about it would just make me sound crazy or redundant or crazy redundant. And so I blog. Just before drifting to sleep in the confusion I feel as I am about to trust my emotions to a REM cycle.
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An ode to the random things I often come up with in the wee hours but rarely remember come daylight. I have found that I reach my pinnacle of genius sometime after 12:00am.
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