Dream On

I’ve been having a lot of bad dreams lately.  Not really nightmares or anything close to nightmares, actually, but just make-you-feel-bad/unhappy dreams.  This usually happens when I have a lot of particularly bad emotions and unhappy things on my mind…which, I guess, makes sense.

I don’t believe dreams have underlying meanings or give you premonitions for the future, per say.  (However, I will admit that at one point, I owned a couple of those “What Do Your Dreams Mean?” books and honestly tried interpreting my dreams night after night.  If I dreamed of being chased, I was running from something in my life, blah blah blah.  I’m not sure at what point that changed for me, but one day I just gave the books away.)  Albeit, I do believe dreams are a representation of what’s on your mind and whatever tidbits of information you can piece together to help make a dream’s “story” complete.

Speaking of running, I would write more this evening, but I have to get up early to run for the last time in 2009.  I’ve been doing a lot of that lately, which I’ll address some other time.  I’z tired.

Anyway, what are your opinions on dreams?  Do you keep a journal?  Do you try to interpret them/never have them/etc?  Talk amongst yourselves (via the handy comment section below ).

They made it! Check out the pics I took …

They made it! Check out the pics I took at the Midas One Convention this past November: http://imdaonline.org/userfiles/image/09IMDAGallery/index.html

Change McChangerson

So I’ve decided to switch some things up with my current blog theme/look/feel.  This theme will allow me to easily edit/add blog posts and…I’m trying to decide if I want to do this or not…will let other users post blog entries.  I promise I will have an actual entry for you soon, but I wanted to start off with this.

People who visit this page, please play around and let me know what you think of the new theme.  Thank’a you!

I will NOT eat the cat poop

First, a link:  http://deanoc.ytmnd.com/

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A view from the hotel room. Not missing the KC weather at ALL.

The Midway: A big boat (with my kit lens)

Ooh look, planes! (With 70-200 mm)

Cruisin.

Only tall and skinny palms around here.

More to come!

Californiaaaaa

“San Diego.  Mmmm, drink it in.  It always goes down smooth.”

(Let’s just be honest: I’ll be quoting Anchorman the entire time I’m here.)

 

I would say I’m a fairly independent individual.  I am not afraid to do my own thing, spend time by myself, go to the movies or to lunch/dinner by myself and (gasp!) use a public restroom without a gang of girlfriends accompanying me.  I can take care of myself by myself.  I’m not afraid to fly and/or travel by myself.  Hell, I traveled to Chicago and navigated my way through the West side via train/walking on my own.  (Hey, it was my first time traveling on my own.  Period.  I don’t know why I was so headstrong to take a train to an interview (dumb), but it didn’t turn out TOO bad.   They offered me the job.  I refused.  That’s another post altogether.)

I actually require “me” time in order to function…well, in order to feel like…me.  I’m an introvert through and through and used to the entire living-inside-my-own-head thing.  I’m used to being with myself and dealing with myself, worries and neuroses all.

Why do I feel so alone right now?  It could be because I’m doing something new, something I’m not used to.  I’m taking a jump.  Maybe it’s nerves and the weight of everything from this past year weighing down on me.  Maybe it’s a combo platter.  I don’t know.

Either way, I look forward to running tomorrow morning.  Getting back to the routine.  After that, who knows?  …And that’s what makes me anxious.

Mr. Walken Does “Pokerface”

Dance to Bears and Go From There

First, let’s start out with a fun picture to grab your attention.  I present to you…

BEARFORCE!

A “man band” (not boy band) bringing the bear heat and thumping beats to a dance floor near you.  No, I’m not kidding.  See more here.

There are some days when all I feel like I’m doing is just surviving.  I’m pretty much miserable, whiny and apathetic and doing what I can to make it through the day.

And then there are days like today.  Even sitting by my dad, sleeping in his lounge chair in the hospital room, I’ve experienced moments of hope.  Brief glimpses into what the future might be and what I can do for myself, and it makes me feel surprisingly…happy.  Strange?  Yes.  (Ironically enough, my dad must have some funny stuff in his dreams.  He’s been smiling and laughing the past minute or so.)

But something’s gotta happen, and something WILL happen.  I just don’t know how/when/where.

So as you’ve probably figured out by now that I like to take pictures.  But I also like having goals.  If I don’t set goals, I usually end up spinning my wheels and/or not getting anything at all accomplished and/or quit because I’m so impatient.  Anywho, I’ve decided I need photo projects.  But I need to go out and find something….NEW.  I don’t do well with trying to make people pose.  I also don’t do well with just going out and taking pictures of random things.  I want to make something out of nothing, but I have to have a something in mind first.  Make sense?  I didn’t think so.

My left and right brain tendencies are fairly balanced, which also makes for a fairly confused, indecisive and frustrating existence.  Practicality doesn’t harmonize with impulsiveness, disorganization doesn’t mesh with attention to detail and being overly analytical and uptight doesn’t make sense when I want to be creative and laidback.  Whenever I try to get the creative juices flowing, so to speak, I end up feeling like I’m just coming across as… weird.

So I’ll try to make all of this into an experiment.  I’ll post whatever bits of ideas pop into my head (because I honestly never have FULL ideas), and maybe someday I’ll be able to generate a complete concept.  And go from there…

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They call it Flickr! Flickr!

New photos, people!  I’ll post a few, but check out my Flickr account for more.

(Hint: Look on the right-hand side of my blog.)

Pedaling Your Way to Hell