A Silent Musician

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Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Meaning of Dreams

I have always thought that dreams are interesting thing. Where do they come from, do they mean anything? Can you control them to dream what you want or do in the dream what you want? All well and good questions but this morning I don't have a question, I have a realization. My worst handicap in myself. Sure my eye sight is horrible but that can be delt with and even fixed but I hinder myself by my attitude. There is a guy here at school named Raf and he amazes me every time I am with him. He is thankful to be alive and wonders why he has a job at Hyvee when someone more qualified should be working. "It's no fare that I get a job just cause I'm a retard" If you don't know his story here is it briefly, I don't even know the whole thing: A few years ago he and his sister were in an accident. From my understanding, a semi truck T-boned their car. She is left in a wheel chair and Raf is left with a funky gait and slurred speech. You can tell he is a really sharp guy by his comments. He loves people and tries to be a ladies man. He was in my dream. You don't need to know the dream cause it wasn't real and won't ever happen but a comment he made in it sticks out. "My atoms are fucked" It wasn't said in an angry tone but rather he was crying on my shoulder because he can't be what he wants to be since the accident. One little comment, a little vulgar but true. Some people's atoms are fucked by genetics or accidents and they can't be what they want to be. So take what you got, it may not be much, and make the best out of it. Be the best you can be. Don't complain when things are bad. Make the best life you can with your atoms that might be a little tweaked but are still okay. Do it for those people like Raf "whose atoms are fucked."


Anonymous Wendy said...

Jeremy! You were mentioned (in a good way, of course) in the comment section of my blog, so I figured I'd see what was going on in your life.

My puppy misses working security with you. Ah, good times.

12/14/2005 3:11 PM  

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