I had another anxiety dream. The theme repeated, though the venue was different. I found myself seated 120 degrees off of what would be Justin's line of sight, and while trying to negotiate something with a better view, Justin came out and talked to me, but I was too busy trying to change my seat to comprehend "What just happened."

One time he looked in my general direction and sang, "And somehow I'll return again to you." The lights were up, and I mouthed, "You better."

Oh, how I'd love to know what he's saying.

lunazure said

I was right under him at the stage once and saw him doing that.... no voice, he was just moving his lips. It's an old hippy fake out routine. I don't take that eye contact seriously, it's just a show. If it makes you feel good, that's ok ....

I live for that eye contact. Doesn't everybody? In fact, while visiting my adopted home town recently, I veered off course during my exploration to check out a new development (as in built in the last forty years or so). The road was "Dark Lake," and I thought, "Oh, that sounds beautiful. I imagined I would find a lake of deep sapphire waters, clear and beautiful like Justin's eyes. I really thought that. As it turned out, I found no lake, just marsh-green puddles here and there.

I thought I answered this. I said the lights are usually out so Justin can look toward me (+/-10 seats), I can lap it up, and he doesn't have to puke. As I said, I call that a bargain. The best I ever had. THE BEST I EVER HAD! I'm to lazy to research what my categories want me to interpret. Whatever light comes to my eyes won't hurt the emitter/reflector unless my fat head is blocking a more precious view. Sight is a tremendous blessing and beyond my current comprehension. I want my eyes and ears to consume as much beauty as possible before they give out. This reminds me of one of my, perhaps top 200, favorite songs:

I can't embed it, and I must get back to work.

Eyesight IS a blessing. I get up and do eye-drops every morning to take care of them.

I did want to share a dream. This morning right before I woke up, I dreamed this parrot had attached itself to me. I wasn't really wanting it for a pet. I think I was taking care of it for someone else, but in the way some animals do, it had adopted me. I was sorta stuck with it. Beautiful critter, light turquoise blue body and a yellow head. Kept flying over to land on my arm. Then driving somewhere today listening to Margarita-ville Radio, I realized I was getting attached to the Parrothead cult!! WOW that's a shock! Especially when it invades your dreams!

I think my parents were closet Parrotheads. Think of it, a young man with swimming medals from Oklahoma joins the Navy for WWII because he has never seen the ocean, goes into the submarine service and gets Hawaiian tattoos. I was cleaning out my Mom's effects the other day, and turned up one of those house flags with a big parrot on it. Yea, Mom was a closet Parrothead. Dad must have invented the concept. Anyway I have my Parrot flag out in front now. Happy summer!

Something very beautifully done, John Bish put on his facebook....

This morning, I awoke wondering what the optical equivalent of an acoustical harmonic would be, and what would be its geometrical interpretation. My brain's too toast to figure it out. This is admittedly hijacking the thread; whatever the wattage, it can't be more than a single butterfly sneeze.

leslee said

This morning, I awoke wondering what the optical equivalent of an acoustical harmonic would be, . . .

This morning when I was walking the Evo, I realized that was a sleep-deprived and moronic question. Kindly, kindly, and even more kindly disregard. I'm so embarrassed.

lunazure said

Is the Golden Mean a powerful vision?

I don't even understand the question. I suppose if Sophrosene dominates your thought processes in a visual, prophetic way it would be, but 'taint so wits me.

I had a third dream recently about Justin appearing and me being too preoccupied to realize what a blessing it was. This time, the Moodies were on tour. I was in a motel room with another fan, and she was sound asleep when Justin and two other dudes came to the door. My response was nowhere near, "Lovely to see you!" rather, I went into perplexity mode, stewing over how I should try to wake the roommate without angering her so the moment would not pass her by.

Once upon a time, back when I was a physics TA, I had to get my grades posted, and my roommates were holding me hostage. It was my birthday, but that was beside the point. I had responsibilities.

Maybe a month or two before I had gone to a blood drive, and I passed out before I was able to contribute. A nice person took care of me until I could stand up, and following that I suffered what Back to the Future referred to as the Florence Nightengale effect. I found out the name of the good soul and got him a flower to anonymously thank him for the kindly care. As luck would have it, he was an RA in the dorm next-door, and the night before he received the flower, he had counseled somebody on his floor who suicided. J*** was taking the suicide hard, wishing he could have said or done something better. All he could figure was the flower came as a parting gift. His supervisor flagged me down to tell the story. She was very grateful to have been in cahoots so she could set the story straight and give J***. Some relief. Well, anyway, my roommates had kept asking what I wanted for my birthday, and I would, still smitten with my acquaintance with such a sensitive guy, always say, "All I want is to see J*** F****," hoping to run into him on campus somewhere.

Then, as I was being held hostage to the point of wanting to scream, into the room waltzed J*** F***. He was courteous considering the strangeness of the whole affair. He stayed and chatted a few minutes. It was actually kind of nice, but I was embarrassed wondering what my roommates had said to bring him over.

I never wondered 'til now if Bonnie, the wheeling and dealing roommate, might use her skills to get Justin to waltz through the door. I would probably follow you, luna, under the sheets, based on my behavior during the sunglasses affair.

Strange I dreamed about water the other day myself, and yes wellies were involved. Wish I'd written it down. I love stylish wellies... my current set is plaid turquoise. They are a fashion statement in Seattle. I carry spare shoes to wear inside because flopping about in wellies is sorta annoying.

I think Justin (it goes for John and the others too) has figured out by now that most of the passive aggressive stuff in the fan base he can ignore. I think he IS compassionate to the sincerely confused, but he's no counselor, or has limited training anyway. John Lennon had some very cruel things to say (in fact all the Beatles did) about people in wheelchairs being wheeled into their dressing rooms for blessings.... it apparently got out of hand during their early touring. I've known of people to claim to be dying with cancer, or to find a friend in a wheel chair, so they can get near the Moodies, or get a better seat. It's all nuts.

I'm sorry about your college interactions, but totally understand. The nice young man has probably gone on to his own career in medicine. That WAS very sweet of him, and he probably had his own stuff to deal with... no it's not cool when someone you've tried to save doesn't make it. Counselor school discusses this, we had to do essays and stuff.

Leonard Nimoy had some of the same stuff come at him. Bottom line: it's not appropriate to ask a celebrity to "save you" because they are not trained in the field, or rarely are. Johnny Depp I've heard is a super compassionate dude to the fans. Bless him, like he does hospital visits and all that. Our Seahawks do as well, and so do our Mariners. It takes a very strong and very secure spirit in a celebrity to deal with this sort of thing. And sadly, there ARE fans who will fake it.

wow about the poor bat! Yes they get into houses, and are sometimes sick, never pick one up without gloves, they bite. Either that or the attic where you live is infested. Here's an old Okie trick, get yourself a tea towel or a loose shirt, and flap it so that the bat is between you and the window. Bat will go toward window and away from you. Chase it if necessary.

Normal bat behavior is when they wake up at dusk, to fly in circles in their cave, yes drop some poop, then go on their way into the night. You need to let the landlord know about it, there are probably more of them, they do live in families. Tell him to check under the roof tiles or the attic vents. Bats are pretty positive creatures otherwise (they eat bugs), we have them here and they will come down and swoop on you sometimes.

I still have something living in my walls behind my shower. I'm thinking it's a 'possum.