The Ocean Is Always Full

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It really surprises me that I have been here this long without being killed for being dumb, but I have. Lots of other people that I've communicated with are no longer with us for reasons that's easier to understand. Oddly, yesterday afternoon I kept hearing voices. No, not that kind of voices (but I hear them too), but real voices. It was raining pretty hard outside, and the source was hard to distinguish.

First I'd hear someone calling from one direction. Later I'd hear the same voice calling from another direction. It mystified me. When the rain slowed down I went out on the deck to check it out. Eventually, a car drove up into my driveway, and it was these people from New Jersey who were visiting my brother. They were driving around calling out for this old man's pet dog. The dog had run off, and they were looking for him.

They approached my house, and the old man stuck his head out the window to ask me if I'd seen his dog. He wasn't very friendly about it. I told him that I had seen all three of their dogs briefly yesterday, but not since then. They drove off to yell some more and to continue looking for their dog. I had the distinct feeling they were not gonna find him. No alive anyway. Old dogs have a habit of getting off by themselves to die. They can't do that if they're kept inside all the time. I hope he finds his dog alive, but the signs aren't right. I got nothing against dogs.

What I don't like is noise. People who make a lot of noise get on my nerves. If they keep it up and keep annoying me, something usually happens to inspire them to stop making noise and sometime breathing. That's just the way of the world. I don't have to get personal about it when I cuss them. The whole world hates noise and helps me get some peace even if they don't know it's for me.

I dreamed another strange dream this morning. This one was about getting caught up in a big mining complex up in some mountains. I don't know which mountains. One of the miners I worked with had his own little piece of land near the big mine. He was trying to mine the same type of ore in a smaller vein. He perpetually whined about not having enough money to do it right, and he didn't have large enough equipment to move the dross out of the way to get to the valuable ore.

He asked me if I wanted to see his operation after work one day. I agreed to go over there with him to see what he had going on. Once I saw his pitiful operation it was easy to see why he was having such a hard time attracting investors. His father had been working this weak mojo from before he was born with no tangible results. He walked up while I was there, and I knew that man, but not in a good way. The man I worked with had two sons that didn't look like they would survive without him or his father around, and his father didn't look long for this world.

Eventually, my youngest brother showed up on the horizon and called down to me to see if I was ready to go. He looked positively radiant compared to us miners. This weird family wanted me to stay longer, but I already knew what was gonna happen there, so I begged my leave and started walking up to where I had seen my brother calling out.

Eventually I saw the parking lot for the mine workers and tried to find my way there. Some of the employees called my by my given name and tried to tell me how to get there. As I rounded one corner I realized that I was dreaming the same recurring dream, but in a different industrial setting. I lay in the bed for a while reflecting on the dream.

I decided to wake up instead of going lucid, and get outta bed to write because I had a bad taste in my mouth. The first thing I did was to disconnect from the source of the problem I been having the last few days. It makes me wonder if their beloved dog wandered off in order to die. I guess I'll know soon enow.

It's ridiculous to want the warm weather of Spring to hurry up and get here. I know when it does I'll wish it would cool down again. The prescription medicine I'm taking for the arthritis screws with my body temperatures. I'm hot when I should be cold, and cold when I should be hot. I guess that's because both medicines are anti-inflammatory and designed to get my arthritic joints to cool down and reduce the swelling.

It's the swelling that causes the pain, but now it's the bones in between the joints that hurt. I have an appointment with the rheumatologist next week. Maybe she can do something about it by prescribing some stronger medicine. I refused it before and pissed them off, but I've come to the point where the constant pain has made me more pliable in my mind about using stronger medicines. I'm still gonna try to get outta using the Humira.

The reason Obama put the boots on the ground in Libya can be keened from the required exodus of non-Libyans out of the oil fields once the guns started going off. The numbers I heard was ten thousand Chinese laborers were being removed from the country. That was the entire point of the entire "rebellion".

It had nothing to do with Kaddafi. He's just caught in the middle because he allowed the Chinese workers into his country under the pretense of hired help. It's clear now they would eventually take over the country to get their oil. I suspect they were also there to play the Devil's advocate politically, and to manipulate the United States into borrowing more money from them. It backfired on Kaddafi. The CIA intervention was intended to interfere with China taking over Libya's oil fields to ship that oil back to China, not run Kaddafi off. No blame. China is all over the oil in southern Africa too.

The nuclear catastrophe in Japan is simply going to accelerate the energy problem all over the world. The various countries need either oil or nuclear energy to live up to their citizens expectations of eventually living the good life America has forgotten they depend on to keep up their overinflated way of life. Heads are gonna roll, and it won't make the slightest difference.

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