Used the silent .mp3 to time my loops with waking this morning. 5 loops, TS, 9 out of 15 clicks volume, cozy phones.
Had a dream, felt the fear. I was out-of-town, felt like it was New York, but everyone was Asian or Middle Eastern. It was the future, again, and I was up early for a tour of the World's Tallest Building. I was scared to death, and excited. We were all waiting for a bus or similar to transport us. While waiting, I just stared at all the parts of all the beautiful exotic women waiting with me. Meanwhile, I could only picture being in the building at the top floor (which I remember the dream showed me how high the observation deck was from a 3rd person narration point-of-view - "On the 563rd story is the observation deck...") and being part of a terrorist attack. I was convinced that a plane would be flown into the building, and I would know the fear of inevitable death. Obviously 9/11 affected this dream.
Woke up with the familiar exhaustion of having slept listening to DMSI. No energy until coffee.
Male client, 80-years-old and very accomplished (we're peas-in-a-pod, if we were the same age he'd be my best friend), got along even better than we usually do today. We just feed off each other's energy and wit. Always fun. But today, I felt like all his stories were geared to impress me.
Last night, my dad trained and the things he said were shocking in some ways. It's like he had a six pack (he doesn't drink more than a beer, ever), disinhibited with everything that came out of his mouth. I can't say I like what I heard. He has some real nasty uber-right thoughts about people. I just kept my mouth shut and didn't feed into it. People definitely say things they normally wouldn't feel comfortable saying otherwise around me.
Going to the movies to see Hell or High Water shortly. It's a rainy, cold day here - perfect movie weather. Looking forward to that.
Had a dream, felt the fear. I was out-of-town, felt like it was New York, but everyone was Asian or Middle Eastern. It was the future, again, and I was up early for a tour of the World's Tallest Building. I was scared to death, and excited. We were all waiting for a bus or similar to transport us. While waiting, I just stared at all the parts of all the beautiful exotic women waiting with me. Meanwhile, I could only picture being in the building at the top floor (which I remember the dream showed me how high the observation deck was from a 3rd person narration point-of-view - "On the 563rd story is the observation deck...") and being part of a terrorist attack. I was convinced that a plane would be flown into the building, and I would know the fear of inevitable death. Obviously 9/11 affected this dream.
Woke up with the familiar exhaustion of having slept listening to DMSI. No energy until coffee.
Male client, 80-years-old and very accomplished (we're peas-in-a-pod, if we were the same age he'd be my best friend), got along even better than we usually do today. We just feed off each other's energy and wit. Always fun. But today, I felt like all his stories were geared to impress me.
Last night, my dad trained and the things he said were shocking in some ways. It's like he had a six pack (he doesn't drink more than a beer, ever), disinhibited with everything that came out of his mouth. I can't say I like what I heard. He has some real nasty uber-right thoughts about people. I just kept my mouth shut and didn't feed into it. People definitely say things they normally wouldn't feel comfortable saying otherwise around me.
Going to the movies to see Hell or High Water shortly. It's a rainy, cold day here - perfect movie weather. Looking forward to that.
