The other night I had the most striking dream. It still remains vividly with me- when I close my eyes the images and shadows parade across my inner vision. It left me feeling expectant- ready. Waiting...

It was Wednesday night- Thursday morning. Jenn fell asleep with her one arm loosely about my shoulders as she does. I dozed off fitfully- when I first fall asleep I often have strange dreams. Of falling- of flying. I always start awake.

But now I fell into something deep- something deeper than usual. I opened my eyes. I was driving in a car with Jenn. It was pouring rain. Through the washed window I could see a crowd of people chasing a white mare. The horse was flinging its head back- running as fast as she could on the highway. She was not pretty in the least- grey patches of dapple were flung randomly upon her flanks- her back was ribbed and old- her head was misshapen. And still the people chased her.

I asked Jenn to stop the car- and she did. "I know she'll come to me." I said and opened the door. The rain was warm- inviting. I stepped out into the storm- hands held out expectantly.

The mare skidded to a halt a few feet from me- eyes rolling in fright. I spoke quietly and held out my right hand.

Suddenly- everything changed. It stopped raining. She eyed the proffered hand in a sort of quiet understanding and stepped forward. She placed her muzzle delicately upon my palm- and the sun broke through the clouds.

Suddenly, she changed. But- I think only I could see it. She became beautiful- swan-like neck and delicate face- perfectly white coat... It was surreal.

I awoke with a start as we locked eyes. Jenn was a little awake- and I excitedly told her about the dream- about how REAL it had seemed... and how I KNEW it meant something- and how I wished I knew what it meant.

I think I do... The symbols race through my head as the mare did. I haven't had such a strong, true dream in such a long time...

Batman Begins

This movie left me in awe- in perfect seriousness. Perhaps it is because I have been waiting SO LONG for a good Batman movie... perhaps because I have been such a Batman fan for all my little days that I clung to this epic installment of the Batman legacy. Perhaps because it's really, really cool.

Either way- Batman Begins takes us where no Batman movie has before. The cheesy, campy humor- which, to me, was out of place in a live action movie on Gotham's greatest- did nothing for the previous Batman movies. The original Burton ones were good- the following two destroyed my faith in the decision maker at DC comics.

But now- this.

Suffice it to say that my faith has been verily restored.

It was epic. That's the word for this movie- epic. Two and a half hours of pure legendary bliss that would leave any Batman fan sobbing in the aisles. ;-; We're talking perfect acting- perfect cinematography... Perfection at its utmost.

I will give nothing away.

I simply say: GO SEE IT. And if you are so inclined- go ahead and sob in the aisles. It's worth it. ;-;

There was a time past memory- born in the void of antiquity... that space before music. Everything there was quiet... a quiet strewn with wishes of note, vibration... existence, perhaps. It understood, in that place, that without music- nothing was.

She was, in that place. She stood and moved, soft skirts swishing against the dead dust and shriveled remnants of what might have once been life. She knew that before this there had been something- she knew that after this, it would continue. There are no true beginnings, she thought- raising her arms in the void. There is only the circle.

In this thought, then, she danced. She moved- strong and supple against the nothingness. With her slight arms she carried the silence- she crooned to it softly- she nurtured it against her breast, and then she let it go... like any child. The silence drifted away and changed. Music begins with silence... and in that place, music began with this.

She stood as the music came and filled the void.

She had created.

Since... the recent happenings in the lives of myself and my sweetheart... I've been trying to slow down the pace of life a little. I don't know if it's working- but even being grateful for a cool drink of water can connect you to the moment- better than a thousand worries can.

It's the little things that always make me smile... Like- whenever I tell my Grandmother I love her- she says: "Me too"- and she says it with gusto. And a grin. I cherish that grin.

A stranger made me smile, today. I laughed at a less-than-funny joke because the teller was sincere. Someone else's Grandmother clucked her tongue while I bought a small bag of trail mix- making me blush and giggle for my 'goodie' addiction. Little moments wove themselves together until I had the makings of a beautiful day.

But- maybe the secret is that I believed it would be beautiful.

Here's to tomorrow.

Ooh- the deliberations have just ended on the MJ trial. My entire department is in an uproar. Verdict in half an hour.

This is what I'm thinking about: My poor honey is going to be stretched so entirely thin tonight because of this. Her entire company has been on high-alert... And now everything is going to be so hectic for her. ;-; I'm just sending her as much love as I possibly can...

Also. One of my co-workers was just delivered roses- our section of the building smells so beautiful...

"...Turned out to an apt metaphor for the chill that has descended on American tolerance of homosexual rights since "Queer as Folk" first aired.

"Look at where the gay community was five years ago and what's happened since the (2004 presidential) election," Lipman said, citing efforts to oppose same-sex marriage, gay adoption and other issues.

The social shift has become integral to the show. This season, "we deal with the fact there has been a step back, the rights of gay people seem to be slipping and there's a backlash," Lipman said."

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