I keep a folder for dreams, not every day dreams, but the
ones waking me up at 2:15 in the morning.
Of course they aren't always at 2:15, but a surprising amount of them
are at that time. I take notice when
one of them comes because my subconscious is trying to tell something my
conscious brain rejects or can't see.
I recently heard the best description I've heard yet to
describe intuition. Our conscious mind
is slow compared to our subconscious brain.
Think of it like a computer. Our
conscious brain only uses the data and programs it needs to get something
done. Our subconscious is everything on
our hard drive. It's all our
programming and everything we've ever experienced.
Say you meet someone new and you mistrust him
immediately. You don't consciously know
why you don't like him, but you feel it in your belly he's a snake. Your subconscious knows why you don't like
him, but it's too hard to tell your waking mind all of the reasons why you
should avoid this guy. In an ideal
world we'd just thank our subconscious for remembering all the warning signs
and repeat the adage to always trust your intuition.
Sometimes I argue with my intuition. Maybe everyone else likes this new guy. Maybe I've been burned too many times? Maybe I should listen to all those people
who tell me to be more open and trusting?
Ten years later I might be kicking myself at the memory of how my
intuition told me not to trust the guy.
But sometimes I get those 2:15 a.m. dreams that kick me in
the head about something. Then I'm more
likely to trust my gut because whether I can explain it rationally or not,
those dreams tell me something I need to know.
Of course sometimes apocalyptic dreams of tornadoes may not get me to
really understand the coming storm is Tony, but the dream will definitely get my
attention and make me think about things.
I'd rather have flying dreams. They're just fun, but I'm grateful for the tornado dreams too.
Unrelated to dreams, I was frankly avoiding my dogless house
one day and went to Goodwill where I bought wallpaper for my bathroom. The walls in that room aren't the best and
wallpaper covers a million sins. The
old paper was pretty tired looking and I figured I needed a project to keep my
mind off things.
Stripping off the old paper went pretty well, but the new
paper was miserable to put on. For
those of you who aren't familiar with Goodwill, it's a second-hand store that
sells things cheap. Sometimes you get
what you pay for. As I balanced
precariously on the side of my tub and strained to reach the corners by the
ceiling I decided I'm definitely getting too old for this kind of thing. I think I'll live with this wallpaper
forever. Thankfully, I'm starting to
love it.
Then, I decided to show off the new paper and decided to
take a picture. Well, but the grout
looked kind of bad now that the walls looked pretty. I spent a lot of time peroxiding the grout for your benefit. You'll notice there's a lot of grout between
all those tiles, but I figure this is the only time I'll be taking a picture of
my bathroom :)
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| Next time I complain about plumbing you'll understand why. This bathroom is really, really vintage. |
