{"id":246,"date":"2016-07-04T00:55:55","date_gmt":"2016-07-04T03:55:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/aerendel.ca\/wp02\/?p=246"},"modified":"2016-08-11T05:02:49","modified_gmt":"2016-08-11T08:02:49","slug":"welcome-to-july-2016","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/aerendel.ca\/wp02\/?p=246","title":{"rendered":"Welcome To July, 2016 ?"},"content":{"rendered":"

Sunday, July 3rd, 2016 — 16\u00b0C \/ 61\u00b0F @ 9:39 am with brilliant sunlight, deep blue skies and very nicely lit up clouds leisurely moving above the houses and hills here in Atlantic Canada — It’s Kyla’s Birthday Today \ud83d\ude42 —<\/em><\/p>\n

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\u2014 I started out this morning to write about a weird dream I had \u2013 & discovered the computer I fixed yesterday had gone into blue screen mode. I was able to convince it to shut down and then, remarkably, I was able to restart it \u2013 the problem seems to be that while it is protected by Avast and Malwarebytes it thinks it is totally unprotected. and wants to scream that at me every couple minutes.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Then I discovered that my dream journal blog has developed a fatal problem that won\u2019t let it load, and I can\u2019t sign into it. And several blogs are complaining that they need to be updated. Including this one. & \u201cBlogzilla 2.0\u201d is full of nonsense from fatcow dot com which may be in collusion with one nasty, fraudulent extortionist or another and has shut down access to blogs mirrored on their servers because I refused to pay their ever increasing nonsensical \u2018protection racket\u2019 prices. \u00a0\u2014 groan \u2014<\/p>\n

\u2014 sigh, & now the cat is complaining that I\u2019m late with his breakfast.<\/p>\n

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\u2014 It is now 10:51 am. {{{ & 19\u00b0C \/ 66\u00b0F \u2014 Sunny and breezy with lots of brightly lit up clouds floating happily against a deep blue sky here in Atlantic Canada. }}}<\/em><\/p>\n

& now, the dream.<\/p>\n

\u2014 I\u2019m pretty sure I was walking around the Milford, Connecticut, of my youth with my cousin, Glenn. He had grown taller than me. I was six feet three and he was probably six feet four and a half. It felt like we were back in our late teens. Too young to drive \u2013 too young for our parents to start nagging us to go out and get a job \u2014 old enough to feel the sting of knowing our parents were wrong \u2013 they\u2019d been lied to and they\u2019d believed the lies \u2014 but we weren\u2019t old enough yet to understand that we knew that we were a little more right than they were \u2013 that we were \u2018plugged in\u2019 to a Truth that they couldn\u2019t see or understand. The Beatles and the Stones had landed and taken their place in the collective consciousness (and unconsciousness \u2013 where applicable) so the social revolution was beginning and we were feeling something like empowerment \u2013 like something new and exciting and spiritually truthful was trying to transform the world into something we could believe in, not some nightmare manipulated by greedy older men with evil dark agendae \u2013 who believed in killing off the best and brightest of every generation so they and theirs could maintain power.<\/p>\n

\u2014 We walked around, connected with friends and went to some kind of party reminiscent of the first time we played together in a band, we knew three songs and everybody thought we were fantastic, wanted to hear those three songs over and over again. I had a slightly warped and hard to play electric bass guitar and guys and girls caught up in the rock and roll revolution were shocked and impressed by the way I could play in time and with feeling they\u2019d never felt from the lousy AM radios we all had in those days.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Then we ended up \u2018crashing\u2019 sleeping in a room full of couch cushions arranged on a floor. In the dream I woke up worrying that somebody would look at me and know that, dressed or not, with the blanket not quite covering me, I was obviously sexually aroused \u2013 I\u2019d been dreaming of the young women who\u2019d been gasping and looking at us like we were potential rock and roll gods while we\u2019d been playing and one of them wanted to sleep with me, but I woke up in a room littered with sleeping guys \u2014<\/p>\n

\u2014 I guess I lived through that without being discovered or having to explain that I\u2019d been dreaming of starry eyed young women letting me know they\u2019d let me kiss them.<\/p>\n

\u2014 And as we walked outside somebody pointed across the river and said \u201cThat\u2019s not right! There\u2019s only supposed to be three peaks in those mountains. Look, there\u2019s five!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2014 In the reality I grew up in, there were no mountain peaks across the river from Milford, in what would have been Stratford. But, Yeah, there they were. I wanted to reach for my cell phone and take a photo of those five mountain peaks. But I quickly forgot that, the mountains began moving- sliding out of sight to the right- (heading north?) and being replaced by more and more mountains on the other side of the river. I gasped and said, \u201cWe\u2019re going to have an earthquake-\u201d and heard a commotion and people were running all around us. And I heard somebody else \u2013 who had probably come this conclusion independently \u2013 shout, \u201cWe\u2019re gonna have an earthquake!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2014 There was a rumble, not a really big one but a line of mountain cliffs came rolling in like they were on a railroad train and took up residence next door. I was trying to remember the name of those neighbours, realized I was in somebody\u2019s\u00a0house, and wondered how I would get back across the river to where my baby sister, Nancy, probably needed emotional support and most likely needed to know that I was okay and I wanted to know that she was okay-<\/p>\n

\u2014 That\u2019s where I woke up.<\/p>\n

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\u2014 It is now 11:27 am and it\u2019s only taken me four and a half hours to write down the details of a dream that should only have taken me fifteen minutes to describe.<\/p>\n

~~~~~ Jim<\/em><\/p>\n

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P.S. \u00a0— 13\u00b0C \/ 55\u00b0F @ 12:05 am July 4th, 2016 — I uploaded a backup version of this blog. And that worked. I went through several updates and they worked. I thought I might like a different theme and I believe I found one that fits my ‘sensibilities’. And here we are. Happy 4th of July to all my friends and relatives, even those who actually believe that Canada is a Communist country.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Sunday, July 3rd, 2016 — 16\u00b0C \/ 61\u00b0F @ 9:39 am with brilliant sunlight, deep blue skies and very nicely lit up clouds leisurely moving above the houses and hills here in Atlantic Canada — It’s Kyla’s Birthday Today \ud83d\ude42 — \u2014 I started out this morning to write about a weird dream I had … Continue reading “Welcome To July, 2016 ?”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true},"categories":[6,13,30,44,12,40,10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-246","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-duh","category-adventures-in-the-real-world","category-living-and-dead","category-earthquakes","category-parallel-worldsrealities","category-possibly-prophetic-dreams","category-weird-dreams"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p52cZ7-3Y","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/aerendel.ca\/wp02\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/246","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/aerendel.ca\/wp02\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/aerendel.ca\/wp02\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/aerendel.ca\/wp02\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/aerendel.ca\/wp02\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=246"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/aerendel.ca\/wp02\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/246\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":250,"href":"http:\/\/aerendel.ca\/wp02\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/246\/revisions\/250"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/aerendel.ca\/wp02\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=246"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/aerendel.ca\/wp02\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=246"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/aerendel.ca\/wp02\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=246"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}