I have read somewhere that dreams are usually your brain putting together and “reliving” events from the previous day, or something like that. That, to me, checks out, or at least more so recently.

I know I dreamed about a sweet dog that was following me and we were playing. That piece of the dream, I can explain. I had been listening to a book on tape by Stephen King before bed and yeah, there is a dog in this story.

What I cannot figure out is, why for most of my dream I was being chased by a Predator, and everyone was getting killed left and right. I remember waking up a few times trying to shake off the dream but I was always back at running away from this alien hunter creature.

Even Arnold was in it, “GET TOTHE CHOPPA!!!!”

just testing, this is a previous post

I’m in a “strange” mood today…

Allow me to explain.

Normally, especially on Sundays, my motivation to do anything is next to nothing. Whatever needs to get done around the house or yard, I’d do the bare minimum. Everything is a drag.

Today, so far, it’s a little different. I felt, feel, motivated. I prepared breakfast for Luna and I, coffee, and head outside for some yard work. Today I went above and beyond of what would normally be. I put on more effort into it and tackled things that had been bothering me around the front yard. I took the time to fertilize the threes and grass, which does need some work. These high temperatures have been rough on the yard.

Normally, I dread laundry, folding clothes and putting them away. Today, I didn’t mind it at all, I just, did it.

I’m excited for dinner tonight, I am preparing a flank steak. I was actually creative and intentional about seasoning and letting it marinate for the next few hours, rather than just preparing it last minute and throwing it in the air fryer or something.

I’m not sure if it’s just a spur of the moment or something else, perhaps my new meds are stating to kick in?

So, what I call strange, is probably my normal self that I haven’t felt or seen in a while…

I have this urging feeling of changing things around, shaking things up, as they say. It always starts with my blogging settings. No, I am not opening another Ghost account, but will most likely play around with a theme, change menus, and other things. Perhaps other systems and tools I use may change. definitely, there are personal things that need revisiting... I am a messy work in progress.

Also, and super-unrelated.

Do you read every item in your RSS feed? Or, just like me, do you triage and keep what you might truly read later, or just read it and move on?

I found myself scanning and just skipping until I find something I know I would like to read. Then I read it right there and then rather than "saving it for later".

I don't know, just a thought.

Although I have had many thoughts recently and I am having a hard time sorting them out. Something is not entirely right up in here (points to the head). At least I know is not a lack of serotonin, according to my crazy-doc...

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Being unbiased toward "things", is so hard, to me at least, I think. It goes for a lot of things, politics, points of view, etc. I have my ways, principles, values, truths, whatever and it is super-hard to sometimes understand the other side, other's point of view. Especially when they are against what you think (or I think rather) my own point of view, my own biases. I always remember someone saying that there are different truths. There are "absolute truths" like one day you will die, that's an absolute truth, for now. There are half-truths (forgot the example of one), and your own and it is hard to distinguish between the three sometimes.

This is something I have been trying very hard to work on. To be able to read, and hear the other point of view, someone else's truth without immediately getting rattled or defensive. I don't engage in touchy discussions much to avoid this very same issue. However, I do seek, like many other people, some kind of validation of my own biases, my non-absolute truths. Perhaps not intentionally but subconsciously. Does that make sense?

This is going to sound silly, but what brought this up to me was... In the Puerto Rican urban music scene, there are always what we call "tiraeras". One rapper or reggaeton artist calls out the other in a song, the other responds, they bully each other, and so on. And of course, I have my favorite of the two, so immediately I am biased. No matter how "good" the other might have been, I am already thinking my favorite one will respond and win. And here I am looking at my Twitter feed to see what people say and only regard as important or "correct" the tweets in which people are "Agreeing" with my point of view or bias.

I guess I have, or many of us, the tendency to create our own bubbles to protect our biases and truths. I know people who don't have a bubble, and they are able to have healthy conversations despite them having different points of view. These people inspire me, but again, it is hard.

Thoughts?

Evening, Koopalings!

As per usual, it is time for bed and I can’t sleep. My mind is somewhat racing and not letting me relax and sleep as I should. Tonight, rather than just thinking about the same things over and over, and why I cannot sleep, I have decided to just type things down.

Apropos of nothing, I am using my MacBook Pro rather than my phone or iPad, which is interesting, 0h and Drafts, rather than Ulysses.

What’s running through my head? Well, the usual, things I get to do tomorrow (Opens Things). I have also, been thinking about meditation. Do guided meditation work? I feel like I don’t have the attention span to listen to someone telling me to imagine things and do breathing exercises, etc. I just want something like The Winter Soldier, a few coded words; Lettuce, Brussel Sprout, Corn, and Boom Shaka Laka, I’m asleep. Is that a thing?

Also, I am almost positive that there was more stuff, but now that I’m in front of my computer, they’re gone!

Alright, enough of typing, I should try and get some rest. Hopefully, this exercise works, taking the load off my head.

Welcome to another "episode" of what Gabz has been playing...!!

Well, I am still knees deep into Xenoblade  Chronicles 3, about 34 ish hours in, and I can't get enough of it. Although I just reached one particular "mission" where it's like;

• I need that boat
• Yes, you may have it but we need batteries, go talk to Person #1.
• I go talk to Person #1: Yes, I would help you but I need you to talk to Person #3 for X"
• Now I got to Person #3...

You know where this is going, right? 

Still having lots of fun and am super-intrigued by the story.

Anyway, the game I want to talk about is Rollerdrome on the PlayStation 5

Rollerdrome is a single-player third-person action-shooter that seamlessly blends high-octane combat with fluid motion to create an action experience like no other. Dominate with style in cinematic, visceral combat where kills net you health and pulling off tricks and grinds provide you with ammunition.

I have to say, I've only played about an hour or 30 minutes of it. As part of the PlayStation Plus Premium membership, you do get a 1-hour full game trial. When I first saw this game it made me think of movies like The Running Man (1987) for some reason, you know futuristic, dystopian badass sports. And of course, the art style grabbed my attention right away.

The game is a blast, no doubt! It's simple, you skate through an arena in the Rollerdrome tournament, battling others with guns, dodging attacks, and the way you replenish your ammo is with tricks and such. The best part is skating at full speed without fear of crashing. From what I played, the game isn't that difficult, again, I've only played basically the tutorial and maybe two battles. I did find myself near death a couple of times, but you replenish your health by killing enemies. I am definitely intrigued by this game, seems like it can be a lot of fun without a super-complicated setting.

That's it, until next time! ✌🏼

Back in June, I had my RGT Test, which, unfortunately, I did not pass. Both my ego and pride (if they aren't the same thing) took a hit, not going to lie. 

And why do we fall, Bruce? So we can learn to pick ourselves up.

  – Alfred Pennyworth  

On December, December 5th to be exact, in Chicago, I will have another chance to take the test. This means my anxiety ("Hello darkness my old friend...") is back again. Perhaps a wee bit less than before since now know what I am getting myself into. Still, the fear of failing – again – and falling is creeping into the back of my head.

Better get cracking!