A Matter of the Mindless

I remember once when I was about 9 years old. I was on a vacation with my family and another family in Palm Springs. Somehow the question arose asking, what is the biggest whale. I considered myself a bright little child and started pondering my answer. One of the girls in the family we were staying with said that the Blue Whale was the biggest whale. For some reason that did not sound right to. I think, I thought, the humpback whale is the biggest whale. I was sure of it. I had some distant memory of a whale video I watched while my dad getting his teeth cleaned at the dentist. The humpback whale. I proudly gave my answer. A debate emerged between the two of us and our answers were brought before the parents. I took my defeat quietly and withstood the expected little bits of taunting. In my mind I felt like I had fought so hard for the humpback whale. I had stood by him. It was then that I concluded that because I had done this for the humpback whale, now the humpback whale owed me. For all of my defense and unflinching devotion.  I engrained this notion into my mind, that the humpback whale would be indebted to me for my actions. And I still feel that way to this very day. 

Will any sort of restitution come my way from these mammals of the sea? 

Will I forever be gawked at by their larger whale cousins?

I cannot really say. I don't think you can either. 

I had a dream last night. That I was back in 8th grade theatre production. I was standing backstage and it was the opening night of the show. It was a Shakespeare play and for some reason I was one of two guys who was cast as the Queen. I was talking with people backstage and they told me I didn't have a costume. And then they told me that I never got a script. So they handed me a script. What was I supposed to do? It was opening night and I didn't know any of my lines. Before I could figure it out I woke up. 

This past Thursday night/Friday morning I had another dream. I remember that it was animated. Like old hand drawn animation and it moved quickly. The colors had to keep up with the figures. And there was a sword fight between the hero and some villain. Then it flashed back to the hero crawling in the rain. And eating mud. I remember the mud eating explicitly. Then it revealed that he was crawling towards a humansized owl. The owl was yelling at him like he was training the hero. It was raining a lot. When I woke up I thought this was the most amazing thing I had every dreamt. But it wasn't, however it was still a great dream. 

I honestly wish every dream I ever had could be stored in some brainfile that I could open any time I wanted. And I could just watch them. I guess thats part of what makes dreams significant, the ones that you remember at least. The whole fact that you only remember certain ones for no particular reason at all. 

Its all just something to consider. 

this too.