Good morning readers. I’m obliged you came by this morning.
I’m having to re-boot my brain, trying to get a fix on this reality I live in this morning. Spent the night busybusybusy in a sequencial dream I used to have, one of two, the first forty years of my life. The guy I was in the dream had gotten a lot older these three decades I hadn’t been him, and so had the two others who showed up whom I’ve never known outside the dream. But one of them turned over a D9 bulldozer, which slid down a slope about 30 feet and fell off a cliff. I tried to warn him, but he ran down the slope, couldn’t stop, and went off the cliff too.
The guy I am in the dream spent a lot of time trying to figure out how to get down that slope for a look, just to satisfy himself whether the obvious was true without going over himself.
Busybusybusy. It wasn’t exactly old home week, but it never was. From childhood until the age of 40 I knew those people in that dream but I never cared for them. I thought they’d passed out of my life.
I’ve been three weeks without seeing another human being, now I count it up. Good things usually begin to happen in the mind after three days without seeing anyone, but a few spinoffs do eventually begin to happen triggering the awareness it’s time to have a few hours of human company.
Had an exciting day yesterday, for those of you interested, running some of the tests I mentioned a while back. Most of the day spent running calculations for the barycentric centers of the solar system and earth at particular moments over the past 15-20 years, comparing it to concurrent events of a particular description. It’s going to take a lot more work, but it’s looking fairly promising.
Maybe it was all that excitement caused the dream to start up again. But at least one of those folks probably won’t be coming back into the dream. I never cared much for him anyway.
Old Jules
So Far From Heaven 
THREE WEEKS completely alone!!!!
I wonder if I could do that?
It is a good thing you talk cat.
granny1947: Three weeks isn’t my record, but it’s pushing the envelope gnawing along the lower edges of it. Sometimes it works better than other times. Gracias, Jules
I like this post, got a nice laugh out of the last two sentences.
elroyjones: I tend to be more forgiving of dreamfolk than I’d be this Universe experience because the guy I am when I’m there is no sparkling gem, either. Just being honest. Gracias, Jules
Every once in a while I hit someone in my dreams but it’s never gratifying because it’s always in slow motion so there’s no impact; I feel cheated. I’m pretty well behaved when I’m awake these days.
elroyjones: I used to have those kinds of dreams a long time ago. When they went out of my life I stopped waking up screaming and whatnot, which the cats were never able to get used to anyway, so I don’t regret the loss. My lady friends never cared for it, either, now I think about it. Gracias, Jules
I recently did six days and it was the longest I’d gone without seeing anyone. It felt very liberating, so now I’m going for longer. I’m laying in victuals before February and then maybe a whole month. It’s amazing what can happen when we practice solitude.
Hi Teresa Evangeline: Yeah, I surely agree. Solitude mightn’t be for everyone. I don’t know. But my adult life needs it the way a junkie needs a needle. Maybe a lot more than a junkie needs a needle because I don’t think I could go cold turkey anymore. I’m hooked. I hope your month goes as you hope it will. Gracias, Jules
My mother used to feel alone even with a family around her- so I guess it is part of the human condition. I prefer solitude more and more but it would be hard without Lucky, Mingles and Gimli to keep me in line.
apocalaypseicons: Likely Mingles and Gimli are glad with you. I’m not so sure about Lucky. Gracias, Jules
Ooh, you do Lucky a disservice- when I’m away and my daughter looks after he she loses all the fur under her belly. She’s a Mummy’s girl and lays claim to my shoulder every night.
apocalypseicons: My sincerest apologies to Lucky. My impression was unjustified and the mention of it unwarranted. Gracias, Jules
Lucky forgives or she gets no crunchies..
apocalypseicons: Incentives do provide incentives. Gracias, Jules
The best part of dream analysis I studied was the part where they said most of it won’t make any sense, so stop trying to make sense of it.
Ed Hurst: No argument from me. In fact the best part of dreams tends to be not having them. Gracias, Jules
years ago, every summer. i used to go out to the house at the beach miles from anywhere, for weeks all alone, just me and the beach and a car full of groceries. I wrote of course as you do and i did have electricity. But No music or tv or clock or phones or computer. But I never missed people. It got to the point where my new year of teaching was looming and My children were due back from their fathers and i actively disliked the thought of speaking to anyone other than my dog or the gulls. i did not feel I had the ability to drive myself back into the city. c
ceciliag: Kindred spirit. Gracias, Jules
Hi Jules! Three weeks alone. If I was your neighbour and knowing you were alone, I would, with your permission of course, come over for a coffee and I would bring a home made cake to you. I would leave you then after a calm chat together about many things you like. I would leave of course respecting your privacy and admiring the beauty of a soul who knows how to be three weeks alone! Have a huge hug!
Hi Anita: Thanks for the visit. I’d welcome a visit from you, though I don’t see anyone much. The cake would be a treat, too. Howsomeever, guess that will have to all be some other lifetime. Gracias, Jules
I like solitude but don’t know if I could do it for three weeks straight.
The older I get the more I enjoy solitude. There is something wonderful in it. Just God, the wind and my birds to talk to. Very pleasant. When I was younger I could not have managed a lengthy solitude.
I enjoy reading your posts. Thanks.
Thanks Mary. Sometime I’m going to have to post the story of my first long solitude in the jungle between Waipio Valley and Wiamano Valleys on the big island of Hawaii. I had just turned 21 but six weeks in there alone with nothing but a mule was a life-changing experience for me. Gracias, Jules