The Delete Key

Just hit the delete key on over 993 emails of randomness, non-importance, and just basically uselessness. I found that with the exception of one or two personal emails a month and receiving info about job postings, I really don't have any reason to check email. You know what, it felt good. Click and delete. Just like that. I even got rid of all of the emails I would read over and over again from others whose ego warranted that they send me email to put me down and make me feel worthless. Why hold on to things from people who truly don't care about me. If they did we would be friends. I've been thinking about my more recent dreams lately. I'm glad that my spirit gets to travel someplace other than here from time to time. It's kind of like hitting the delete key on reality...the same sense of freedom that so far hasn't been possible for me. Only seven emails remain in my inbox. I think tomorrow I'm going to erase those too. I'll sleep on it.

The Tri-Dream

Had to log in first thing this morning to record this multiple part dream I had this morning before I forget it.

Part 1: I was sitting with a group of people on what appeared to be Fulton Street about half a block from a popular eatery. As we were talking, commotion erupted from the restaurant and then I saw three waiters in black shirts with white writing running. Then they yelled out that he was skipping out on the bill. As they started running towards my group, I could hear a motor cycle and then see a police officer drive past us on the street and the waiters were pointed to him. Apparently he was the one skipping out on the bill intentionally. Then one of the waiters, with the bill in his hand, came up to me and told me that he should have paid his bill. The total on the bill was for a tab just under $10. I want to say $9.57. I took the bill from him and told him I would give it to Commissioner Ray Kelly. The waiter asked if I knew him and my response was that I just met him a few weeks ago where he told me if I have any problems just give him a call.

Part 2: I was looking at an apartment on the fifth floor someplace and was given the key to lock up when done. I put the key in the lock which was so high up that I could barely reach it. Before leaving I was in one of the bedrooms and the door closed. When I went to get out, the door was locked. I had to go to the window and yell down to people below to come up to the fifth floor to let me out.

Part 3: I was looking at an huge apartment that felt more like a house. It had all these rooms, a huge kitchen that had tons of brown cabinets, large living room, etc. I was exploring this apartment/house with someone else as I was considering how I would renovate it.

Definitely interesting multiple dreams. No time for self-analysis but will revisit post later.