Dream A Little Dream Of Me

I had the strangest dreams again.

The night before I dreamt I was hired to emcee at a party for kids. But as the night went on, the scene turned into a school classroom and I was almost just a drama teacher. There was a teacher who walked in to discipline a student. Hmm, not a party anymore, is it? Perhaps it was a reminder of my upcoming classes. Or maybe it was there to help me realise how similar teaching a drama class and conducting games as an emcee at a children's party can be. Or, how different they really are.

Then last night, I dreamt I was a guy who needed the loo... Why do I always, ok... frequently, have loo dreams?

What's Happening Tomorrow?

So I spent a considerable amount of time trying to find out what Nostradamus said about our current world. A little crazy perhaps and so many people can say he was possessed by demons or that he was going insane.

But what if he is a kind caring sincere seer who just wants to share his gift with the world? The gift of the future, of warnings. From what I gather (I might very well be wrong), he believes he is able to see only because of what God has allowed him to. So I am sure he wouldn't be seeing the unnecessary events.

Like when the ipod would be invented. Or when the movie Titanic would be released. Not that all those aren't news today, but it really doesn't affect humankind (I'd say). Or does it?

Could this be the slowest computer experience?

When I click on a tab, a window, whatever it may be, it doesn't appear until I type all this from the start of this post to.... right here. That's why I am even writing this. Haha. I don't like to use the Lord's name in vain but boy, does this make me want to...

And it's just so painful and frustrating to try and do anything. I can get off the chair and turn on the tap for a glass of water, and maybe even turn the stove on, or even write this blog post. I wouldn't want to type an email online cos that would mean me writing blindly and the words appear only 2 minutes later.

Now: Just tried to change my tab (I only have 3 open in firefox) so am typing. Clicking on anything, even turning the computer on, is simply asking for trouble with a slow CPU. Ok looks like it's up. No it's not registering although the page is visually present. Like how I am when I'm very very very (yes three very's or I'll still be jumping about) sleepy and drunk. Let me try again... Ok.

Ergh. Why do I bother I do seriously wonder. Someday I will get a new computer. Or a laptop. Or something like it. But I don't like my life to be run by, or stored in, a cold skeletal case of a machine.

Happy new year!

I overate tonight. Eck, feeling too full. But it's good to get my appetite back.

So it's already 2009. I have a lot to look forward to and yet not much at the same time. A lot of teaching and a bit of hosting. Every Monday, Tuesday, Thursdays and a few weekends. I also want to go to my archery classes on Sundays. These are sort of set in stone so that takes away any room for change or excitement. But it also gives me a clear idea what free days I have, as wella s some financial security (even if it's only a tiny bit). I'm not complaining or revelling. I just see the good on both sides.

I ended 2008 with a nice countdown party at the British Club, which I almost didn't experience.
- Almost two months ago, I was booked to host (or emcee at) their Verandah's Hats and Caps New Year's Eve Party.
- Then on December 29th, which is 2 days before the party, they cancelled saying they only sold 17 tickets so it didn't warrant a big party as they had planned. They were very kind to offer a 50% cancellation fee.
- Then on Wednesday, December 31st, 2 hours before the party was to begin, they called saying they had now sold 70 tickets and want me back.

Like so many of my jazz performances, I improvised and got my butt out there in 2 hours, ready with 40 games I can play. I had lots of sincere fun and I trust that the kids did too. I do like working with children, and I think it might even be my forte. For now. Who knows what tomorrow brings...

Simplify

Life isn't meant to be so complicated.

Ask a few questions. Get a few answers. Express a little interest. And then... you're misread or obligated in some way.

Why is that so? What happened to understanding and the freedom to be oneself?

Not the same

Here's what I think:

God and religion are two different things.

Just as living and existing are not the same.

And talking to someone and chatting with them online are two different things again.

And working job after job is not a career.

Defending should not be confused with attacking.

Being defensive and protective are separate.

How often have man wanted to conquer the world and smite planet Earth?

Dream: Stage, Loo, huh?

I dreamt I was in another staging of "Ex-ceptance" and we are all performing in a place where there was no loo. That was quite a problem because one would have to run out through the back gate of the theatre compound and get on the main street and run though town to get to a loo in the mall. That would take about 5 minutes in my estimated dream time.

And the worst part was after having gone to the loo and returned to the theatre, I needed to go again! I guess I really had to in real life. I also dreamt that one of my plays became a monologue and I had to alter the scene on my own which wasn't so hard, but sure was a sudden unexpected change. Somehow I wasn't all that surprised. Was I already half expecting it? Or was I just ready for any kinda change at all? Hmm. Or perhaps it's just that I can adapt or improvise. After all, I sing jazz and love improv theatre. Oh well, how interesting. Or I might just be reading too much into my dreams.

My internet is bad again. And I know why. The USB ports are so old they don't recognise what they have to do anymore. Be back soon.