A new day, new dreams

Luckily for all of us, dreams about life can't change too much, they're based on our background and environment, genetics and personality. Those factors don't change over night. Hoever, the dreams that attack the mind do change rather rapidly, and trying to unravel their meanings is harder than catching a catfish in a alligator-infested mangrove. However, that analogy gives a sense of danger to the exercise of catching and deciphering dreams, but perhaps thats not it at all. The difficulty is where the challenge lies for how do you define flying really. No psychologoist can or should really do it for you because they don't know your past, your future plans, nor what kinds of emotions and aptitudes give you reason to soar. I think for myself though, finding myself in a dream where I am lord and comander of a fort or castle and having the ability to fly. But deeper there is a section where in a race, I let my brother do the running, and even though he should have the ability to win, he only comes in second for fear of pushing too hard too early. As an extension of my own convern for myself, perhaps I should take this into account and push harder and harder without this silly concern, to truly embrace what I feel is the perfect incarnation of self. A far different cry from lastn night's dream of finding myself at the ironman in the saem sorry shape I'm in right now.

Last week's food binge and lack of meaningful exercise took its toll, gaining me a few pounds, and now I have to take it all off, a steady downhill coaster of reducing appetite and eating right to reach a far more ideal weight for the goals I have. Its going to be hard, but its time to step up to the plate.