Weird – the other morning I was dreaming of solving an issue. The issue was how to word a thought that had gotten stuck in my mind during the dream. It wasn’t alarming, scary or even disturbing except that I couldn’t phrase it in any way that even made sense to me, even in my dream. I don’t often remember much about my dreams and if I do the scenario is rarely complete. This time after waking it remained stuck in my mind. I’m not sure if I solved the “issue” or not but the following is as close as I could get.
Our tomorrows are made of minutes. Some may seem like they last for an eternity but most are soon absorbed into the past. Though not gone they are no longer “the future or the present.”
What profound statement or point I was attempting to make still eludes me. But now it’s recorded and published for the world to consider. Ain’t my problem now.
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This would make anyone glad to be from Harriman TN.
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