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In a moment of weakness, I watched Calm Down today.

Yes, it's stuck in my head.

Earworm

FTW

No, you better calm down.

She does write catchy lyrics. And she made up with Katy Perry.

Over the last two nights, I've had intense dreams.  I seldom remember my dreams.  One of the nights, there was a dream that involved PPFY wiring blades, which makes this qualify as a DOOM Dream, but I don't really remember anything else about that.  It may be another false memory.

Wed nite - Someone ships a box of tiny manta rays to Tiger Claw.  The box is about two feet square and it's brimming with rays each about the size of a quarter.  Jonny thinks it would be funny to have my hand stuck in the box.  I get stung and my hand swells up like a football. Jonny thinks that's funny.  

I awake with a raging headache.

Footnote: I told Jonny about this dream and he thought it was funny in the waking world too saying 'yeah, I'm a punk'.

Thurs nite - Dream 1 - I'm filling up my mom's Camry with gas.  The pump is messed up.  I press a ton of buttons.  Nothing works. Then I look up and the car is missing.  I am understandably upset.  

Footnote: I drive my mom's Camry when I do my weekly grocery shopping for her to keep the battery warm.  I've been doing this since January and the tank needs a refill soon, maybe next week.

Thus nite - Dream 2 - I'm Miley Cyrus.  I'm mad at some young starlet - maybe it's Ariana Grande but that's never specified.  I have some intel that will destroy her reputation and career.  I'm chasing her around her mansion and her stage mom intercedes, aiming a pistol at me (Miley) with the intention to kill me.  But I notice that there's a wire plug in the barrel, something that needs to be removed from new guns before firing them in my dreamworld, so I'm not scared knowing the stage mom can't fire the gun with that there. I take the gun away and fire all the bullets off in the air, then hand her off the gun.  I find the starlet by the pool.  She says she's actually not the goody-two-shoes that media paints her to be and offers me (Miley) some marijuana.  She produces a baggy but it's actually filled with sliced cucumbers.  

I awake at 4AM upset about the Camry and that I only have like two more hours to sleep.

Footnote: After Miley's recent break up with Liam, I anticipate she'll call me soon. Very soon. 
Footnote 2: I hear an extensive discussion of Miley's post Liam tweet on the morning radio show during my commute and for a second, I think I should've shot that bitch with the cucumbers.

Still having a lot of intense dreams.  My subconscious is restless.  I should really record them more, do some sort of dream journal, but I seldom have the time.  But I'm procrastinating now so wth?

1. I'm dealing with my bangtui (those black straps that Shaolin monks wear on their forelegs).  My robe pants are messed up, too long and catching on the floor.  There's a way to fold them properly under the monk socks and then secure it with bangtui but it's not working out for me and keeps bunching funny.  

Note: I'm between the two seminars my Shifu Decheng is presenting so this is clearly an anxiety dream.  Yesterday was 8 section brocade, something I know pretty well (or thought I did).  Today is Luohan (which I'm okay on) and Mantis (which I've completely forgotten and need to review from a vid my KF brother sent me - this is the procrastination).  The cf's joined us last night.  Hope they show again tonight.  Last night was internal qigong work.  Tonight will be traditional hard style.  

Note 2: Next year is the 20th anniversary of Decheng's school.  He's celebrating with a big gathering of disciples at Shaolin and wants me to come.  No date is set yet.  I've not been back to China since 2004.  As a senior disciple, it's an obligation, but cash is tight as I've mentioned previously.  Maybe I need to set up a gofundme?

2. I'm at a festival with some of my Arcata crew, Black Peter & SM.  It's night and we're headed to the dancehall. Suddenly they disappear and I wind up following some festie nymph through spandex psychedelic canopies.  There are lots of cobwebs and I can't see well so I have to shield my face.  We crawl under some canopies until we find the dancehall and it's bumpin massive. I reconnect with BP & SM and magically produce a bottle of fyne Irish whiskey - John Lane Powers.  Greg appears, bringing up the rear, taking pictures.

Note: With the cancellation of SNWMF & RotR, I didn't get enough Dancehall time over summer (just some at Cali Roots, which was super epic but clearly I'm still jonzin).  There's an upcoming JM retreat near Arcata, which I'm thinking of attending, and I'm thinking of bringing a bottle of JL to the Doc, who is putting me up if I go.  Cobwebs appeared on my rear view mirrors this week, which bummed me out because I just washed my car last week (post Yose).  And Greg's cameo was clearly a Yose flashback.  

Okay, I really need to review my Shaolin Mantis.

No doubt.

(09-28-2019, 10:34 AM)Greg Wrote: [ -> ]No doubt.

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Truth: no one has ever taken so many pix of my ass.

We’ll always have Yosemite, g.

Gave up on that mantis form. My frag is too dusty. ?

Lots of ground to cover.

(09-28-2019, 01:20 PM)Greg Wrote: [ -> ]Lots of ground to cover.

In the eternal lyrics of Robert Hunter:

Everytime that wheel turn round
bound to cover just a little more ground

No dreams tonight. The seminar was only Luohan, which was great (gonna be so sore but the endorphins haven't quite worn off). Now I'm trembling with qi. This used to happen to me in my youth. The fire qi gets overstimulated - or at least that's the tcm explanation.  I'm physically exhausted after a brutal 2 hour workout but I can NOT sleep.  I've always suffered from insomnia.  Sifu Lam diagnosed my sleep issues and it's connection to my training decades ago and he had this weird meditation solution of looking to the horizon in zhuangzong while tucking my chin.  Sometimes that helps.  I haven't had it so bad in years.  I'm totally tweakin, as if I just quaffed a triple espresso.  It was good to feel that Shaolin qi come through me again but tonight, I'm paying for it.  Fortunately, I have little to do tomorrow beyond recover.

Dreamt of Dan last night.  It's a fuzzy memory now but we were both hosting some sort of documentaries. I finished my doc first and went over to see how his was going as he was winding up his.  I can't remember the topics now.  I think that was relevant in some way, but Dan's was set in the great outdoors.  He wandered up, walking out of some woodsy area.  The strongest image from that dream was him walking up, that huge lumbering frame, smiling softly, seemingly relieved that his job hosting a doc had come to an end.  He seemed quite satisfied with himself. We walked together for a bit.  I don't know where we were going but it was good to have his company again.  

Then I woke and he was gone.

Dreamt of Dan last night. It was one of those stream of consciousness dreams. I was at a comic con, admiring some star trek themed armor at a booth when i realized my own st cosplay was having issues with the velcro attaching my phaser to my belt, then i was at a round table with some other cosplayers discussing cosplay weapons, and i brought up how individually wrapped cheese slices make great shuriken, producing an industrial-size package of cheese and proceeding to throw it at yeti and scapino, who appeared magically in the crowd at the comic con, and then i got hit smack in the face by a slice and it was from dan, grinning savagely like he did whenever he scored any kind of hit on me. the scene transformed to the kitchen of lynch manor where we were all having a glorious cheese-slice-shuriken melee and having a grand time.  I woke feeling joyful, nostalgic, and rested.

Those were golden daze, brothers.  Those cheese slice melees. 

Dreamt we were in the back of bus (like always). Greg was in the very back. I was in the row just in front of the back. Greg had a big tray of delectable pastries.  He offered me some.  I said 'No. Bro.  WTH? That'll wreck havoc on my a1c...' Greg looked back at me defiantly and took a huge bite out of a chocolate croissant.

Analysis: Stacy made some gluten free spaghetti last night. I think it was chickpea based. I went to check my blood sugar after and realized it had been so long since I'd done that that my meter battery lost charge.  

And I may have indulged in a chocolate croissant last Thursday.  

You seem kind of haphazard about your blood sugar checks. Twice a day. Every day.

But I had a total Doom Dream. It was like DM infected my space because the dream was all about DM.

There was a special Kung Fu Tournament. Although in this instance it was a Wendu tournament. Everyone was going to be there. DM needed me to film it, but I didn't have my cameras. There was some talk about a mixture of styles. Chu Chi Ling was there. He spoke much more intelligibly than usual.

The last thing that was clear was DM getting into a really beat up dark van and racing off.

(11-18-2019, 06:04 AM)Greg Wrote: [ -> ]You seem kind of haphazard about your blood sugar checks. Twice a day. Every day.

yeah, i've been slack.  i'm only supposed to do it once a day but i haven't been in some time.  

you are my reminder both in my dreams and reality...