Awakening

I know I sensed her, but the mistiness of her approach baffled my confused emotions. Yet I prevailed and withdrew myself from her entangled grasp, and struck down the Secretary of State before she could wrap her poisoned fangs around my jugular. Or something like this.. I don't know why I'd be having dreams about Condi Rice and a hypothetical Secretary of State but there ya go, stuck in the mind of a young professional in the middle of Boston are enough lingering details of political junkism to evoke a rather vivid dream of government oppression and back door maneuvering. Naturally, following the guidelines of all aspects of my memory, I don't know many of the details, and as I close my eyes to try and recall more, I feel their desire to stay shut so perhaps this avenue of recourse is better pursued another time, with another dream. In truth, one of the thoughts popping up.... I'm still learning to relax within myself. If thats another way of saying accept myself. What a challenge, and one which I really don't know if I can agree with, for if you accept yourself as you are, then you do you stop trying to become better, and I'm pretty sure on this one, but no one's perfect, and those that seem closest are those that really accept their perfection the least.I guess death is the final acceptance ceremony, the ultimate, and those who cannot accept themselves, perhaps they live the longest, or the shortest depending on their outlook on what it means tnot to meet your expectations.

Another stream of thought before breakfast