Month: November 2017

Four of Cups, Four of Disks

I had a dream last night, a strange dream, a dream where I traveled to an exotic, South American land and encountered an open-air bazaar.

There, in the back, stood a table covered in red cloth. On the table were four clay cups, and four small, clay disks. The seller of these wares sat with his head resting on his crossed arms. He appeared to be crying.

When I woke up this morning, the only thing I could remember were the cups and disks, and the sad young man who was trying to sell them.

These few items were all he had to offer.

I have no knowledge of the tarot, so I don’t know what the meaning – if any – could be. This dream has haunted me all day.

There must be a message in there, somewhere.

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A new cold weather tradition

As I’ve gotten older, my body is getting used to the hot, humid days of summer in the South.

It hasn’t always been this way. (more…)

When dreams become book ideas…

A couple of years ago, after the death of Chris Squire (bassist for the prog rock band Yes), I had a crazy and psychedelic dream about him that has haunted me to this day.

A couple of days ago, strange as this seems, I sort of “felt” him all around me.

Keep in mind that I never met Squire in person. I only grew to know about Yes after I met Mr. LaVeaux in 2003.

My knowledge of the band is quite young.

Anyway, today while I was working it dawned on me that maybe, just maybe, it’s time to sit down and write a story based on that dream.

So, that’s what I’m going to do.

Stay tuned. If you like fantastical realism, I think you might like the book idea. This next project will be a short novella, and I hope to have it out by early 2018.

Keep dreaming, my friends…and while you’re dreaming, be sure write down any dreams that stand out upon your awakening.

They may prove to be fuel for your waking imagination.

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