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Dream Waking

When I was younger, I was told to never conclude a story with the "wake from a dream" style sequence. My teacher explained to the class that this is an extremely trite and meaningless ending. At its essence, the "dream-wake" end of a story is the closest to reality.
I am not trying to imply some solopsistic vantage where individuals exist in a dream state that is contrived of another reality. More so, I am trying to indicate something much more basic about perception, that this "waking" from one reality to another is how we perceive things. That as we move through life, we are constantly awakened from our perception of things as they are into another reality. These jostlings, from our fantasies to realities, are one of the most essential parts of our being.
I've had many relationships that existed to myself as purely fantasy defined by myself and the other "participant" (I do not mean to seem so crash when speaking of someone I am in a relationship with, but I am rather attempting to speak accurately without embellishing). This fantasy starts the instant the other participant is perceived. The mind enjoys being puzzled and the instant a new person comes into its range, it decides to figure out who/what this participant is, given only a minimal amount of information. It puzzles out their personality, without really knowing it, and this puzzled out personality becomes the person for the other participant. It becomes hard to deconstruct or restructure this initially perceived reality; it takes repeated sessions of antithetical evidence to construct a new archetype on which to build the other characteristics and quirks of said individual. As the relationship evolves, frequently (at least in my own experience at a younger age) these two models: the fantastic initial construction and the reality of the individual can grow more and more disparate. As one matures through relationships, these two models meld together in a slow process and the figure exists at a midpoint between the fantasy and the reality, combining elements of the two. However, at an immature age, the apparation of the fantasy is revealed all at once, through a gesture percieved as "out of character" although this action is much more ingrained in the character; it involves the sudden revealing of how unsimilar the fantastical construction and the actual identity of the participant is. This is the wake from a dream ending and even at a relatively "matured" level of relationship this occurs (see: divorce).
One individual finally realizes either through one grandiose action (such as an extra-marital affair) or a series of small actions that the perception of the person is different from the reality, which is commonly explained as a person "changing" though this is unlikely the case. This is the sudden waking from a dream, and it is how virtually every relationship ends.
This same link can be attributed to things and ideas, as one abandons them. A baseball card collection is realized to be an immature hobby; the individual just gets tired of the hobby OR a third party (the first being the individual and the second being the collection) involves themself and makes a joke at the individuals cost. The individual "wakes up" from the dream/fantasy state and abandons this object.
Every ending is thus essentially an ending of abandonment of a dream/fantasy. This ending is not trite nor boring, it is essential and exists in man's connection with his surroundings, the matching up of a constructed perception and the actuality of the object/idea/person.

Ok so here's where I try this Blogging thing out (again)

Hello Internet World,
First, How are you? I hope all is well. Lately I've been doing more writing again, and in this BLOG I plan on sharing some of that with you, so enjoy (or don't).

An Inconvenient Couth

Holy hocks:
A Proper Noun abjectly verbalizes a deceit.
Death for higher:
Surfeit, Inflation, Trepidation
Marx’s opiate fails: a PowerPoint presentation.

BLOOD, VIOLENCE, GORE.
A stranded monster clinging to a forgotten barge
You, in the H2, you’re responsible.
Luckily, an adroit robot to save us all from annihilation.
Oil and blood, a misbegotten segregation.

Manifested destiny:
Spark a revolution
or whatever else you have lying around.
Birkenstocks and dreads are the only solution!
Needed: an irreducible amount of pollution.


The forests?
I’ll cut them all down;
My uneducated example


Whimsical... no? I'll be updating this BLOG with lots of stuff including pictures and stories from my day to day life as well as stuff I write. Enjoy!

Bad Luck Wind

"Bad luck wind been blowin' on my back
I was born to bring trouble wherever I'm at
With the number '13' tattooed on my neck
That ink starts to itch
Black gon' turn to red" -Johnny Cash