The ability to speak does
The ability to speak does not make you intelligent.
I never realized how many little birds lived in my back yard until this morning when every last one of them decided to chill out on the sliver of patio outside my bedroom window for a concert. Do you have any idea how loud the collective voices of 40 or 50 little birds can become when orchestrated with the sole purpose of keeping me from sleeping soundly? It's truly amazing the sliding glass door withstood the sonic waves emanating from this little band of demons. I didn't dream anything I can remember... which isn't saying I didn't dream. I just can't remember. I don't dream much these days. I am not sure if that is 100% accurate... maybe I should say that I don't remember dreaming much these days. Ok, I am confusing myself. I used to have this recurring dream about wolves. Everywhere I went, there were these wolves following me... watching me. They would always just be in the shadows or disclosed from view by some obstacle, but they were always there... not really to harm me... it was like they were watching me to protect me. Strange. Anyhoo, when I was a little boy, I thought they were after me in the dreams and I would try to get away from them... sometimes I would suddenly wake up all sweaty and freaked out because I had been running from these wolves and couldn't get away. They were obviously going to eat me. LOL. As the years went by and the dreams stayed, I embraced the fact that I was not getting rid of the wolves anytime soon. I don't know if it was that acceptance or my increasing maturity that revealed the benevolent nature of the watchers. Anyway, the once nightly, freaky dreams are now maybe only once or twice a year... it's just a dream right? When I was in junior high school, after a particularly eventful wolf dream, I went to the bathroom after waking up and noticed a mark on my neck shaped like a paw print. I had a sunburn from the beach the day before and the small white paw print could be easily seen against the redness of my neck. It looks exactly like a paw print. It's a birthmark that has probably been there all my life, but I never noticed it until that morning as it was accentuated by my sunburned skin. The combination of this freaky dream and finding a paw print on my neck just wigged me out a little bit. I swear I heard The Twilight Zone music softly in the background... hehe. "There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone." So yeah, I haven't had any dreams that I can remember in a while... not even the wolves dream. Too bad... I really feel like I could use some good dreams at night.
I never realized how many little birds lived in my back yard until this morning when every last one of them decided to chill out on the sliver of patio outside my bedroom window for a concert. Do you have any idea how loud the collective voices of 40 or 50 little birds can become when orchestrated with the sole purpose of keeping me from sleeping soundly? It's truly amazing the sliding glass door withstood the sonic waves emanating from this little band of demons. I didn't dream anything I can remember... which isn't saying I didn't dream. I just can't remember. I don't dream much these days. I am not sure if that is 100% accurate... maybe I should say that I don't remember dreaming much these days. Ok, I am confusing myself. I used to have this recurring dream about wolves. Everywhere I went, there were these wolves following me... watching me. They would always just be in the shadows or disclosed from view by some obstacle, but they were always there... not really to harm me... it was like they were watching me to protect me. Strange. Anyhoo, when I was a little boy, I thought they were after me in the dreams and I would try to get away from them... sometimes I would suddenly wake up all sweaty and freaked out because I had been running from these wolves and couldn't get away. They were obviously going to eat me. LOL. As the years went by and the dreams stayed, I embraced the fact that I was not getting rid of the wolves anytime soon. I don't know if it was that acceptance or my increasing maturity that revealed the benevolent nature of the watchers. Anyway, the once nightly, freaky dreams are now maybe only once or twice a year... it's just a dream right? When I was in junior high school, after a particularly eventful wolf dream, I went to the bathroom after waking up and noticed a mark on my neck shaped like a paw print. I had a sunburn from the beach the day before and the small white paw print could be easily seen against the redness of my neck. It looks exactly like a paw print. It's a birthmark that has probably been there all my life, but I never noticed it until that morning as it was accentuated by my sunburned skin. The combination of this freaky dream and finding a paw print on my neck just wigged me out a little bit. I swear I heard The Twilight Zone music softly in the background... hehe. "There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone." So yeah, I haven't had any dreams that I can remember in a while... not even the wolves dream. Too bad... I really feel like I could use some good dreams at night.
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