As I drive towards the Sunrise, to catch up to the coming day.
I make my way home to see,
if you have waited for me,
like the night waiting for the cometh of the day.

I can only wait to see,
what new splendor it will bring.
To only hold you in my arms once more,
as the approaching daylight begins leaving the sky torn.

Like the burden we have of our own,
from our 2 different worlds where we were grown.
Making us alienated from each other inside,
taking our emotions on this ride.

But I continue to drive to the approaching day,
where I will wait for you at our borders to say,
no matter how much you hurt and push me away,
just as the night does to the day,
I will still lay here on this bed and wait,
for your time to come and see the bait,
for you to follow the trail I wanted you see
that you are the only one for me.

I had an interesting call today.  They weren’t able to get out to the internet and most of the machines were displaying Limited or No Connectivity. To get out to the internet was sketchy, sporadic. When I plugged my laptop into the Router directly, it worked fine.

So I rebooted the Router because it looked like the Router wasn’t assigning IP Address to the computers and the switch. I also went around and shutdown all the PC and unplugged a Second Switch that I found.  Well, at that point, the PCs were coming up on the network and getting on the internet slowly. I was powering back up PCs and that second switch at this point. The internet was slow though with delays, and when I did an IP release/renew, it failed on my PC. So I shut down a few PCs, and went back and looked. So I checked out that second switch, I looked at what was plugged into it. I traced the things back, only found 1 PC plugged into it but I found the problem.

Someone plugged both ends of the patch cable into the switch, so the switch was creating a loop effect preventing the PCs from getting address and on the net. So the moment I unplugged it, it was fixed. Go Figure. Something that stupid.
 

You can sooo tell when the Sun goes down in Washington DC, all the police and ambulance sirens start going off.

Its really annoying when you have the windows open during this nice 74 degree weather trying to watch a movie and that’s all you hear every 5 minutes. But when the Sun is up, that’s not a problem, its quiet as can be. Go figure.

When the freaks come out at night, mwhahahahaha.

When you walk down the street, down the long chilly night, what do you see? What do you hear? What do you feel? Do you feel yourself being alone, or empty, or lost? Do you feel that there is always something out there to get you? Do you feel your not alone, but in a bad way? Do you feel that darkness creeping up on you, eerily hiding in the shadows, trailing you? It walks as you walk, sounds merge as one as you hear nothing different from your own. Then all at once, it overwhelms you, it takes control and eats your insides, consumes you, punishes you. "Why?", you scream as you try to look to the sky.

Why indeed is the question we ask ourselves everyday. To Why and to Why Not is the underlying of most questions asked to wonder why things happen. They happen because then can, they must, they have to according to the pre-assessed guidelines set by someone before. Why indeed is the truth but the answer is never what you expect it to be.

If the answer was a determinable number, then would that be easy for everyone to find or would that just raise more answers again to the why? The knowing of why it overwhelms you is not known as of that time, Maybe the darkness needs you, maybe you need it, maybe you just need something to love and to hold onto and it is what caught you first. You try to fight it, you truly do, but in the end, you let it overwhelm you and take you there, to that dark place that you call home.

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Where do you go in a dream, is the land real, from the past, parts of this life or a different life? Are they a reality all their own?

I remember being at an amusement park, Disney maybe. The feeling was to feel like Disney but very out of date. We saw the rides, the roller coasters. We went to try to find an arcade, but there was nothing worth ours or anyone’s time at the arcade. There was a overweight dying person on their deathbed (literally) in there and a whole bunch of coin eating, ticket giving games.

I remember being in a world where I must have been a part of a special understand group. Because people did recognize me and kept me hidden, but if I was seen on the streets, I would be arrested for murder even though I committed none (I think that what happens when you watch someone playing Grand Theft Auto). But I was hiding through an old department store, trying to find me way out between floors  without being seen. To finally make it out of the building. To travel between the buildings to make it to the center where there was a town gathering. A town or small city that has the look of a suburb of London or such like city. I leapt from building to building, knowing I need to get to that festival, that gather, before there was someone there I needed to see and protect as well. Along the way, I did pass through a Hotel and a colleague there let us fly through.

I kept seeing this group of people, this same set of people in my dreams across the different areas. They were like my best friends but also my family we were that close. But this is where the dream does take a drawn out, but odd turn. You could say its s mix of Chronicles of Narnia and Harry Potter. But we were walking towards school. A private catholic school, very similar to the one in my home town.  The landscape was clear but between mountain ranges, like Altoona. We were walking to the school, I was enlisting today, it was my first day starting at this school. We were chatting outside before we went in. I was going to be late if we didn’t go in soon but we enjoyed talking. We also had to leave a friend or 2 behind. We walked into the main entrance and greeted the staff, informed them I was new and the one sister or nun or whoever she was led my way. For a catholic school though, she was using magic, literally, with a wand, to get little things accomplished. Preventing kids from doing graffiti, tidying up, and different little things. She went through a few different dorm rooms, rooms that looked like they were very Victorian. They are green old wallpaper with wooden trim, like something you would see in Great Britain. She settled down and pointed to my bed then she gave me a uniform, it looked just like a catholic, with a green sweeter, white shirt, tie and shorts. We were debating on sizes but yeah, we got it all situated. We talked around and the landscape, we went from the top floor of the small building to outside, in a field like setting with a gravel path. There was vending machines where beverages, sodas with very generic labels, and canned water too. If you needed a drink, they had servers that would go get it for you. Her and I discussed how sodas are the in things now, but I mentioned that water like that is getting more and more popular. We walked around to the front, my brother pulled up on a bicycle but I told him that I could not talk right now, we will talk later. We kept walking and before we know it, I was on the roof but yet in a classroom, with a batch of other people, my friends. My friends though did resemble the kids from Narnia. I was looking and I saw our old military hats, looked a little German-ish but not, looked like from the time we server but yet it felt like we were still serving now. They had a little bit of dust on them. I saw Peter’s army helmet. I held it and looked at the label inside. I then saw back to Peter and how he died, how he was on a covert mission, entering a secret location, doing well before then caught him, tortured him and finally killed him after he wouldn’t talk. His loss, he was a good friend of all of us, our brother. I felt the tears build up in my eyes but unsure of how to cry. His loss will always be greatly missed.

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What if you whole life felt like a Harry Potter novel, or at least your spiritual life.

Do you feel like there is always something that is trying to kill you, but you have been protected by someone that you don't know who but have been protected to stay alive?

Do you feel that every time you make a spiritual journey via astral, that you see some crazy shit that can only be described as HUH!?! When every time you journeyed out, it feels like they are trying to teach you something, but at the same time, for you to hopefully learn more about yourself. That is what it feels like to me. Maybe the whole time it is just a dream, but I do know when dreams look that real, they are not just a dream.

I do remember that the most popular part of my dream, which is the running and hiding, but there is never fighting. I don't understand why not though, why no fighting? Is it something that I have instinctively not learned? But is it something I have not been taught yet? Have I not been taught to fight these battles spiritually and expect to win?

This whole illusion of what is there and not there, of what is being hidden and what is truth, it’s a very long and tiring process.

The bits I remember, I was working in a Walmart/Sam’s Club store, talking to people I know and friend I didn't know, roaming the store, while little weird occurrences were happening. I also went into the back room and was going to wire network cable through old rusty pipes, realizing that I didn't need to put the drop there because it had to go on the other side of the room for a thermostat instead.

The environment changed though, before I knew it, I was in a dirt area with bears and other large creatures, then some people came and we hid in their den, but they den of mud holes were nice, they had mud/wooden furniture. But we hid, or pretended to hide in plain sight. It was like we either blended in the mud or was hidden by an invisible cloke when they came into the den looking.

I left and it changed again, I was beside an ice glacier, watching in more of a third person sense watching someone but also being that person, who was the equivalent of Herminie. There was also this tall built gentleman there, looked similar to Scott Backula (from Quantum Leap). He had this special voice that was making this ice melt, like it radiated extreme heat. For underneath this ice on the side of the glacier, there was something hidden/buried. And then an entrance, an old green rusted doorway appeared through the ice; he was saying some words to her and then kinda shoved her through the doorway as the door closed behind her. He was saying that she must find the thing that she needed the most to be able to leave otherwise she would be trapped there forever. Once entered into there, there were other young kids, like around the age of 12 or so. But they looked pale and covered in a seaweed mesh, looking as though they were arising out of the water. None were there to bring any harm for they were trapped there as well. The place reminded you of an old abandoned school with water filling it only a foot or so off the ground. I say this one girl, older than the rest with dark hair and a heavier build, she was guiding me around. The whole time wandering around, the only thing I could think of was that I hope I got out of her soon because I was hungry. I walked into a room and there was a tabled lined with many different things, odd random objects. There was even a book of maps, maps of the Galaxy, a very long but not thick book. Eventually I came across a handle, it was for the bathroom. And when I did need the most at that moment was to use restroom. So we did, we did our business, but then it wasn't a handle, it was actually the spicket for the sink; we attached it, washed out hands and then walked out. Then sun started to shine more brightly and colorfully into the building, they were returning to looking normal. They were free, we all were.

From there we left, I was walking and talking with random different people across the shopping center it seem, and before I knew it, I was in a mall, and saw a clothing store, it was for... I don't remember, but then someone waved their wand and it divided and I was in a magical "otherworld" store, walked in through the door and I was in a nice clothing store. A brand name I don't recall and I saw the sign on the wall but cannot recall what it said now, but then it was as plain as day. It was Christopher A......, something like that I think. But when I walked in, the guy was a little creepy looking but that was ok. He was quite helpful. But then you looked across the store and you saw another store, all the branch stores were cross linked, and their salesman was in every store. But I looked across and I also saw the man that wants me dead, who in this case was the one from Harry Potter. But I also wanted to spite him and get something I knew he couldn't get while I was at that store. Sadly enough, they dream end at about that point.