Dear Reader,

It is no doubt that the 19th is a very good day for a lot of people not just me.  Today is Juneteenth, a holiday celebrating the freedoms of black Americans.  Yey for them!

Today is suppose to be a day of reflection and rejoicing so says the site, dedicated to that holiday.  I’ve done plenty of reflection myself and still continue to do on a day to day basis so I guess you can say I have all the reflecting down to a science.  The rejoicing part… Well that is going to be difficult as the past few months have left little to rejoice about.

Tomorrow is my mom’s birthday, so I guess I better start hopping on the joy train soon. This month I have three birthdays in a one week, lucky me. I guess, I will finally bake that cake after all. Wish me luck.

While in one of those moments of semi deep thought, something did cross my mind today. “If you could trade places with any regular everyday person would you?”  I have no idea why that question came to mind.  Maybe, I would, not so much to live their life, but so that they could live mine.  Having read that you would think I’m misunderstood, however, the premise of this would be, so that whomever be in my place, could give me some insight, show me something about me that is new, or perhaps something I fail to see.

In all of this randomness, I will tell you the dream I had last night.  I was in an office building, one I never visited before, seemed foreign.  It was around Christmas because the office people were looking at catalogs trying to find the most beautiful fiber optics tree, once they picked it out it just appeared on the desk. I was so happy to see it, and as it has happened in most recent dreams, I was apparently waiting for someone, and as is my luck Nolan woke me up just as the person appeared.

About claoclao

I am another soul that came into this world alone and shall inevitably leave said world the same way. It is not the beginning or the end of my life that matters, only the middle.

Posted on June 19, 2012, in Journal and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. The Samoans believe that dreams are the real world and that we live an illusion. I see dreams as a rehearsal of waking life. We wake at that anticipatory moment of a dream too frequently. On those nights that we are not awakened, who do we meet, what do we do? We can’t recall our dream upon awakening.

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