Friday, November 30, 2007

REVELATIONS


I have been having a lot of dreams lately. I have been keeping a journal for over 10 years and during that time I have also tried to keep track of any dreams I have had. In the month of November I was able to record 23 dreams. There was only 10 days that I was not able to remember the dreams I had the night before. Its strange how much I have dreamed recently. Normally I can only remember part of the dream and can only write a few sentences about it. Recently I have been able to remember pages in vivid detail. A lot of my dreams recently have included my dad who has been gone for 2 and 1/2 years. I have also dreamed about my great grandfather who has been gone for over 20 years. Many things about the past, I seem to be close to my current age but many people are much younger. The dream I am posting is complete as I wrote it, still half asleep, on the morning of Friday November, 30, 2007. Only one word was removed and it was only a footnote to the dream. If anyone has any insight or knows of a good dream book let me know. This isn't the longest or most descriptive dream I have had in the last month. I call it my Armageddon dream because of all the things that happen in it. In no way do I believe that the things in my dream have any similarity to the Biblical book of Revelations. I only called it my Armageddon dream because I was imagining what the interpretation would have been if this dream would have belonged to Nostradamus instead of me. It has all the makings of a good prophecy. War, fire, flood, sickness, natural disasters. Just about the only thing that's not mentioned is pestilence. If you read deep enough into it, you can find the 4 horsemen of the Apocalypse, you have to reach but you can find them. Either way, its a interesting dream! I love the picture to. I took it while hunting a few days before I had the dream.


MY ARMAGEDDON DREAM

Very strange dream last night. It started out in a star trek ship. don't remember much about that, but I think there was some kind of accident. The next part I don't know if I dreamt or if I was telling someone about it in the dream. I do remember telling someone about it in the dream. I was riding along in a air car. with some kind of scientist guy. We were driving along these cliffs along the ocean. at some point the road would be missing but we were going so fast we could go right over the cliff to the next one. I remember when I told this dream to someone later in the dream that they asked me if the car had air brakes. The next part of the dream I was on some barge. There was an accident with it. There was an old guy that I felt sorry for but I don't know why. He was either sick or he had something to do with the accident. I just felt bad for him. The barge was breaking into pieces and we were trying to keep it together. I had a long stick with a hook that I used to pull another piece close so I could move to the next section. Then I was in a bar, in Tyrone or some other small minded town I think. Dad was there. He had red streaks in his hair, the week before it was all red. Then he also had some parts died blue with black stripes. It was only a section of his hair and maybe his beard to. I thought it looked silly but some other guys were telling him how cool it looked. There was a fight that I was watching. It was 2 or 3 little short guys. They could hardly stand and looked like they were fighting in slow motion. The one looked like he was gonna come at me for watching them. He gave me a dirty look. I wasn't scared at all but was on guard. Usually I get scared and anxious about things like this in a dream, but I didn't. Also Angelina's aunt Pam came over and said hello to dad and I. She gave dad a big hug but then avoided hugging me, it seemed like she had a cold or something. I think the fight had something to do with a tall hot blond with big breast, but it wasn't Pam. This was another fight, I think, not the one involving the short guys. I started walking home from the bar. I was half way up the road when I heard some cars revving up. The fight was outside now. The one car kept revving up and revving up. There was a loud noise, I don't know what it was but then the car started coming up the road. I got off the road. I hid behind a tree that was right before a bridge. I got my Kahr 9mm out and cocked the slide back but didn't lock and load. The car raced down the road and after a bit I could hear more people come out of the bar start their cars and 2 more cars came racing down the road after the first. I got up on the bridge and kept walking. When I got to the other side of the bridge the road was flooded, I was walking through the water, it was chest deep. There were 4 or 5 guys in the water also. The one guy was talking about something in the military and how his drill sergeant wanted them to go under water and was calling them "sand diver". so this guy wanted us to dive and yelled out sand diver. Everyone went under. I avoided it and kept walking to the other side of the water. When I got close to the edge I went under but just barely. We were all walking down the road and where we were at was high and we could see the mountains and woods on the left side of the road. There was a fire and everything was glowing white and hot. I got my camera out of the pocket of my leather coat to take a pic and the white glow was gone, almost like it was a flash. I could still see the fire. I tried to take a picture but my camera was wet. I tried to dry it off on my clothes but they were all wet. Finally it took a picture but when I went to preview it that button didn't work. I messed with it for a while but finally gave up. That's all I remember.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Traditions

This Thanksgiving I am most thankful for traditions. To those of you that have been paying attention the last few weeks, Yes, I am 3 weeks late on my Thanksgiving blog. My b-day is in 2 days and that blog probably wont get written till Christmas.

Thanksgiving time is probably the biggest tradition for me. We always get a large crowd up at my maternal grandparents every year. I'm not sure what the count was this year. Not as big as last year, I think we were just on the short side of 20, although if you counted all the family that came in over the rest of the weekend it was quite a lot. I don't know what that count would have been though because I was absent the weekend due to another family tradition. Hunting season!

I have said many times before that I am not the avid hunter that I used to be. I pretty much quit hunting once I moved to central Pennsylvania. I had been hunting in the same places since before I was 12. I could go out whenever I had free time, I loved it. Its not the same down here. Its not the same woods. Its not familiar. Its not part of my tradition. The last few years before my dad passed I don't think either of us got real excited about hunting. I think we only did it because that's was our time. If we were really interested in killing deer we would have been in separate places. Instead we both set in the shanty watching the fields and quietly talking until something came out for us to shoot at. When Colton turned 12, we got excited again. We were both excited to get him out in the woods and help him get his first buck. He was going to bring back the excitement that we had when I was a kid. I'm glad that dad was around that year to see Colton get his first buck. I know he was proud.

The weather this year was miserable. I took the entire week off for deer season, but Colton & Tim only hunted with me the first day, so after that I was only out about 3 hours. That's ok though. I had a blast. When I come home it is always difficult to see all the people that I have not seen in a long time. This trip I got to see almost everyone. I spent an entire day with my grandmother going through her old photo albums and scanning pictures. I spent an entire day with my younger bro & his new gf. Visited will lots of old friends. My mom & I got to visit Kraynaks and the Avenue of 444 Flags which is something we used to do every Christmas when I was little. Kraynaks wasn't as cool as it used to be, but maybe that's just because I am older. The place seemed so big back then. If you have never heard of it, that's where the pic above was taken.

I even stopped to spend some time with my dad. I don't know why but I don't usually go to the cemetery. Usually on my way out to the Moose I pull over where he had his accident and crank the country music up as loud as my factory speakers will go. I am also extra careful on my way back from the Moose, that's one tradition that I don't want to fulfill, even though it may have taken me a while to figure that one out. I am a member there now. I know dad would love it. I know his friends do. All these people I don't know treating me like they have known me for years. Telling me stories about things we used to do. I know its like re-living old times when I walk in there, bringing back good memories. It makes me feel good when I go there. It makes me realize how much he is still missed by everyone.

So many things to be thankful for this year. I am thankful for good memories even when they turn into bad memories because I know that as time goes on I will only remember the good ones. My family away from my family. Diane, Randy, Sue, Matt, & Liz. Randy is my best friend, mentor and sometimes kinda like my dad. Sue is definitely one of my sisters. They both understand me and take care of me when things are going bad in my life. Diane is the person I can tell everything to. I have told her more about me than I have ever told anyone. If I ever need to talk about something, she is the first person I go to. Since we already have established that this blog is late and its almost my birthday I am thankful that last night I ate one of my favorite meals (Alfredo) and had my first birthday cake and quite a few years. Then there is my brother from another mother, Matt & my black (inside joke) sister Liz. You two have been my best friends and partners in crime since the day we met, almost a year ago. All of you have put many many smiles on my face over the last year! I cant imagine where my life would be if it wasn't for the 5 of you keeping me safe, sane, on track and well fed. Well maybe not totally on track :) I love you guys.

It has been a great year, and I am very thankful for it.

We must all be getting a little older though, because the one tradition that we all missed out on this year was my sister Robin stealing a pie from the kitchen. Maybe she will feel up to it next year, or do a better job of passing the tradition on to someone with a little less gray hair. Not that I should talk, I probably have more than she does. :)

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Free Bird




Charlie Daniels:

A brief candle; both ends burning
An endless mile; a bus wheel turning
A friend to share the lonesome times
A handshake and a sip of wine
So say it loud and let it ring
We are all a part of everything
The future, present and the past
Fly on proud bird
You're free at last.

written en route to the funeral for his friend, Ronnie Van Zant of the band, Lynyrd Skynyrd.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

The Dawg!


I'm not going to comment or defend anything that my good friend Duane has said recently. Even though I don't watch his show I did have a run in with him 2 weeks ago at a Halloween party. Thanks for the picture bro.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Congratulations

Aren't they sweet. I just wanted to wish the two of you a happy life together. I also wanted to put up a picture so everyone that couldnt make it would be able to see. Which would be anyone not in this picture. Thanks for including me dute! luv you guys!



















8th of November

Watch the video, Read the story, Remember what others have given for our freedom!


Big & Rich - 8th of November

He said goodbye to his momma
As he left South Dakota
To fight for the Red, White, and Blue
He was 19 in green with a new M-16
Just doin’ what he had to do.

He was dropped in the jungle
Where the choppers would rumble
With the smell of napalm in the air
Then the sargeant said, “Look up ahead”

And like a dark, evil cloud
1,200 came down on him and 29 more
They fought for their lives
But most of them died
In the 173rd Airborne

On the 8th of November,
The angels were cryin’
As they carried his brothers away
With the fire rainin’ down
And the Hell all around
There were few men left standin’ that day
Saw the eagle fly,
Through a clear, blue sky
1965, the 8th of November

Now hes 58
And his ponytails grey
But the battle still plays in his head
He limps when he walks,
But hes strong when he talks
About the shrapnel they left in leg

He puts on a grey suit
Over his airborne tattoo
He ties it on one time a year
And remembers the fallen,
As he orders a tall one
And swallows it down with his tears

On the 8th of November,
The angels were cryin’
As they carried his brothers away
With the fire rainin’ down
And the Hell all around
There were few men left standin’ that day
Saw the eagle fly,
Through a clear, blue sky
1965, the 8th of November

He said goodbye to his momma
As he left South Dakota
To fight for the Red, White, and Blue
He was 19 in green with a new M-16
Just doin’ what he had to do.