Fuzz

Fuzz. That's what my head feels like this morning.

It's been a while since I've had nightmares.

I usually drift off to sleep relatively uncomplicated and just blank out until dawn. Or at least until the sun rises up a little higher in the sky.

But last night. Was. Odd.

I opened my eyes in a slight panic, sweaty in my pjs, wide awake with the oddity of it all and wondering what the hell the dream was all about.

I sat there this morning after getting dressed, in no real mood to have breakfast, wondering and puzzling over it all. It was a weird dream and for the life of me, I have no idea why things came together like that. I sat there for a good 10 minutes, I must say, trying to remember. I see bits and pieces of it. Scattered but there but not good enough for me to form a story. Or at least write out the outline.

I'll try and make a bit more sense of it later. But all I really want to do is to type it out right now, puzzle over it and try and perhaps even get you readers to make sense of it.

But of course, I am at work and have a free slot. So this is what I'm doing.

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Was talking to Tofupuff and apparently, my new blog isn't as good as the old one. The comparison was made between Original Recipe KFC and Hot and Spicy. I guess its just a preference thing.

But I personally think that my old blog was more naive, less realistic, and definitely less cynical. And oh, my old blog had a lot more personality, imagination, and whatnot to it. I would actually call it interesting reading.

I've read through a few posts (all right, all right, I've read through ALL of them) and I must say, the stories seem to get better and better as time passes on. I had very simple stories in the beginning but they took on a more complex, more "huh..." form as time passes by. Of course, I still wrote a lot of "This is what I did today" posts but then again, I think that's a bit of a given. I've nothing else more of note to write, nothing inspiring, nothing really imaginative. Sad to say, of course.

Talking to Tofupuff last night, I mentioned that I've finally figured out how I can stop blogging. A certain scenario needs to be reached, criteria to be fulfilled, and then you will see me disappear from the blogging world for real. But I can never be sure. Who knows, even when all the "ticks" have been made and everything is picture perfect, I might just start another blog, somewhere, out there. In the wide unknown of cyberspace.

Rejected Poet. (2004-2006)
http://www.rejectedpoet.blogspot.com
http://dailyconfessionals.blogspot.com
http://blueskies.blogspot.com
http://foreveryoursforevermine.blogspot.com
http://tilthedayiholdyou.blogspot.com

Cerebral Rebel. (2006-2008)
http://cerebralrebellion.wordpress.com

[D@nc3R*] (2008)
http://cerebralrebellion.wordpress.com
http://cerebralrebellion.blogspot.com

Poet86. (2008)
http://poet86.easyjournal.com

Poet. (2009)
http://chapterlifeprologue.blogspot.com

What personality shall I take on after that? Does hiding behind these names give me anonymity? Does pretending to know what I am talking about and living behind a mask make everything more bearable?

It doesn't.

But Alea iacta est.

Once the dice is cast, the fates are set, we
shall see. We can only see.