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Dreamy Sleepy Nighty Snoozy Snooze

LAST TIME AT THE LOL
CLICKY: Simply click the pix

Dear Reader – First the bad snooze… Thoughtful Man remains a resident of ICU and he’s mostly sedated…

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CLICKY: And dream roaming?

*Probably, Clicky… /wan smile… Although when it comes to the art of sleeping, Popstar really is in a class of her own… /rolls eyes*

The good snooze is that the swelling is going down, so he is off the ventilator and starting to surface. Though the bad snooze is he suffered some delirium… flailing about, trying to pull out tubes…

Protective Mitt
CLICKY: Use gloves?

*Don mitts? Yes but it took three of them to do it. Well, as you know, Click, he’s a big man*

Still the good snooze was that yesterday he was much calmer and medics were able to remove the protection from his hands. Now we’re waiting for the results of today’s scan…

*Not sure about the wolves, there, Clicky – the nursing staff have been superb… But the waiting… /sigh…*

Today I watched a film that Thoughtful Man had gotten for me before he was taken ill.

‘In Akron, Ohio, 24-year-old Joy and her five-year-old son Jack live in a squalid shed they call Room. They share a bed, toilet, bathtub, television, and rudimentary kitchen; the only window is a skylight. They are captives of a man they call Old Nick, Jack’s biological father, who abducted Joy seven years prior, and routinely rapes her while Jack sleeps in the closet. She tries to stay optimistic for her son, but is suffering malnutrition and is sometimes overcome with depression. She allows Jack to believe that only Room and its contents are “real,” and that the rest of the world exists only on television.’

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To be continued in a post yet to be named. Sew I will finish this one now with a Poe-M…

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

 

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
… and a Song 😉

16 thoughts on “Dreamy Sleepy Nighty Snoozy Snooze”

    1. Old Nick.

      “The recent death of Arthur Cave, son of musician, actor and screenwriter Nick Cave, a chthonic figure described as rock music’s “Prince of Darkness”, pre-dates both the above stories. Arthur Cave died after falling from a cliff in Ovingdean, near Brighton, UK, earlier in July 2015. The significance of ‘cave’ is that it allows us to retrieve Plato’s Allegory of the Cave, which depicts mankind in darkness, confusing true reality with the shadows it sees dancing on the cave wall. Through Nick Cave we retrieve links to Satan or Lucifer or ‘the Devil’. Arthur himself retrieves myth and legend in the form of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. A cursory examination of the Round Table retrieves its function as a mandala symbol, identified by Jung as a recurring motif in the unconscious.”

      https://hugosprobe.wordpress.com/2015/07/29/jupiter-descending/

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      1. ‘Joy decides to tell Jack about the outside world; he reacts with disbelief and incomprehension, but also curiosity.’

        To do this Joy asks Jack where he thinks ‘Mouse’ (the only creature – save a spider and mosquito – that Jack has ever seen in his 5 years of life) is. She explains that the rest of the world (the real world) is on the other side of the wall. That’s where mouse went; that’s where they must go.

        ‘Why bother remembering facts, figures and telephone numbers when our smart phones can do this for us and Wikipedia is only a mouse click or gesture away?’

        Jester, Hugo 😉

        https://hugosprobe.wordpress.com/the-global-digital-unconscious/

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  2. I read the snooze today oh boy
    About a lucky man who made the grade
    And though the snooze was rather sad
    Well I just had to laugh : ) Thanks’

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  5. Yo yo yo y0 y0y0y0y0y0!!!!! Pee POLE!!!! Whazzup?!?!?! Erm… I mean…howdy ya’ll!!!! /me spits tobaccy juice everywhere…ptoowey!!!

    Just a fucking lemon checkin on you fucking limeys. I can’t wait to see ya’ll! (Not that I ever will, but ya know what I mean)

    Happy today day!

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