Control freak pans his next dream OR Not even a flying dream ...

Tonight, I will dream that you and I sit at an impossible diner.
The window beside our table will look out on the vastness of space. The sars seem to be moving around us, or maybe the dining room revolves? Either way, it is glorious and majestic and I won't give it a second glance.
I'll be too busy looking at you.
Tonight, you are going to explain it all.
Everything I needed to know, but never knew to ask.
Sometimes sing.
Sometimes it'll even sound good.
You'll smack me for that tease.
You'll look.
You'll laugh.
I'll watch and wonder.
You'll hint at a future that may never happen; I'll ask about a past we never saw.
You'll sigh. I'll melt
I'll try to say something slick, but the dog headed space diner server will be wanting our order.
I'll struggle because I won't have looked at the menu and reading anything is impossible in dreams and is this a dream and yes brown toast will be fine - more candy flavored coffee when you get the chance.
Once left alone you'll remind me of the view.
I'll say "you mean you?"
Another gentle smack, but you'll smile despite yourself, and direct my gaze to an ever expanding universe.
It will be big and small, and everyone I've thought on lately, will be on the round surfaces of passing planets. They'll either wave in recognition, or ignore me.
Which does what will depend on what each person represents to my subconscious.I'll feel a sudden panic and ask you when we have to go back.
You'll say we're already there, and so I shouldn't worry.
You'll take my hand and trace a letter on this inside of my wrist.
You'll say it's for luck.
That when I wake, I'll remember it for an instant before forgetting.
And that it's okay to forge, because if we didn't forget, we couldn't remember.
I don't need remember.
I don't need to worry.
I just need to wake up.
What a shame: I really could've used another cup of candy flavored coffee ...

You will never know how tightly I can hold a grudge OR I have deleted so many F@#$s

I wrote a tirade at you, but you will never read it.
I erased it.
Like winds over desert, or waves on the shore.
Later I may wish to re-raise my objections, regarding the harms you have caused me; though you may very well be ignorant of any harms on your part-
... this night: let it be done.
I shoot the bullet into the fire.
I whisper into the void.
I forego all debts and let the coins fall wheresoever they may.
Your skeletons are gone from my closet, do not look for them there.
By my own admission, I should not have held them so long as I did
...
But, I can no longer keep them.
Let it be done.
Not only for myself, but for all those in need of a chapter to end.
Let one end, that another may begin.
I would like to begin again.
So I will.
So good night.
So good morning
and so good bye.
When next we meet, we will be strangers once more.

Another game to play with yourself (SFW) OR you can always pass GO

New game: Just a roll of the dice!

For this you just need a pair of six sided dice.
Right before you leave the house - and do I mean right before; this should be the last thing you do before you leave to face the outside world - give the dice a roll.
Look at the result and, no matter what the result is: celebrate!
That number is exactly the one you wanted to roll!
You won.
Congrats.
Enjoy your day!

You win by playing.
You lose by overthinking.

Venting OR I didn't vote the cannibal into office, so stop asking me to feed him

I will not feed my neighbors to you.
In this, I remain inflexible.
So stop asking for them. You rotund varlet.
You may claim, no such request has been made, by you or by your supporters.
A sign of either your deception or your ignorance: the latter proving you a terrible leader and the former revealing you inhuman. You ignominious wretch.
You ask me to feed you the sick, when you rollback medical care. You would then bring in a system that only the healthy could hope to afford, giving you feast over generations of sick and the dying to come. Such high gluttony from such a low creature.
You would ask me to give you the heads of educators and providers; I'm not certain if you do this out envy or spite, regardless you're petulant tantrum is noted. You shameful cad.
You would insist I allow you trample over skulls of the most vulnerable of my community: children. Children with special needs, whom you most certainly despise - without question you despise them. For you to successfully deny it would require a charisma your porcine visage just could not sell. You empty gutless thing.
The sick, the ignorant, the vulnerable and of course the poor.
Yes.
You would take them into your gaping maw, also - if only to suck out the marrow from their malnourished frames.
Stop asking.
I will not hand them to you.
And I will not let you say, you have no intent of taking them, because you have made these intentions perfectly clear. You need to be opposed, wrestled, barred before you'll even give pause in your pursuit.
You ask me to let you envelope the whole of my city, when you rob us of our representatives.
You would eat us, like some hungry troll of a Grimm's tale.
I would have you stay hungry.
I would have you bawl for all of time and see no relief, if it meant I could deny you your intended meal.
Eventually your whines and squeals should grate on me, and your supporters would insist I give you just one vulnerable person to eat.
And like a Greek hero, I should offer you a deal: you may have my neighbor, only if I choose your appetizer.
So hungry you are - you should accept the bargain.
And I should be glad to elaborate: that you may eat my neighbor, only after you've eaten your own stomach.

The ongoing adventures of a kid at heart OR why am I unsupervised?

A classy reception staffed by a team of identically dressed servers.
Servers carrying trays of drinks and platters of food.
Servers wearing black plants, black ties, black vests - all maintaining an atmosphere of dignity and poise.
Amongst the wait staff stands a bearded man, wearing a suit and tie.
He holds a clipboard & a pen. He does this, while instructing the servers to pickup and drop off various things.
He tells them where to walk and where to stop.
He offers phrases like "Well done," "Faster please," and "I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed"
He does all of this with an air of authority and confidence.
Servers, in turn, do what he says.
...the  fools!
What foolish foolish fools they all are!
None of them know who this seemingly adult person truly is.
The suit, the beard, the clipboard, even the pen are all part of a clever ruse.
In all actuality, the grown adult telling them what to do is not an adult at all: he's a kid!
A snot nosed kid with with no business being anywhere near responsibility or classy receptions like this one!
A kid was overseeing this high class party of cheese sculptures and champagne flutes!
A kid was ordering around an army of serving staff, who had no business being ordered around by a kid!
Oh if they only knew; how shocked would they be?!
Though, they are not the first ones to be deceived - the charade had been playing out for some time.
For decades the kid, definitely not an adult, had been pulling off this ultimate prank on the whole world!
His plan was simple:
Step 1. Infiltrate the world of salad eating, job working, line waiting, tax filing, body aching adults.
Step 2. Wait.
Step 3. Reveal disguise!
Step 4. Buy a dragon (obviously).

Though his daring plan was full of genius and grit, it did have its pitfalls.
Since he was only pretending to be a responsible adult, the kid had to practice constant vigilance!
For if anyone ever suspected he was only a make believe grown up adult human capable of handling grown up human responsibilities: the prank would fall apart.
Then he would be the one laughed at and called a foolish foolish fool.
Fortunately, while pretending to be a University student: he had mastered the art of pretending to know what you're taking about.
So tonight would not be the night of his grand reveal.
... unless ... no.
Oh, no.
The time!
It was well past his bed time and sleepy time junction was drawing ever ... near ...
The kid playing an adult was in a real pickle of a jam if he couldn't find a way to keep the tucker train from taking him to dreamland!
This was a grownup party, so all the soda was diet!
he'd never get enough sugar to keep him up!
There was only one way, and the kid dreaded the thought of it.
The only way he'd be able to stay up past bedtime, would be to drink *shudder* coffee.
Coffee ... tastes ... gross!
Oh the pickle! Oh the jam!
Whatever will an adult, who's really a kid in disguise, do?!
Find out next time on The ongoing adventures of a kid at heart!

One day "today" will be "that day" OR A hurt to heal from

There are hurts that you cannot wait to heal from. You acknowledge it, you register the level of pain. You may even cry out.
But one clear thought you must allow yourself to have is this: one day this is going to feel so much better.
And it will. It does. Trust that it does.
"When?" I hear you ask in frustration.
When however long it takes to heal, has passed. In time.
It just will.
Today, I know this to be true.
Because today I managed to pull that crank-nasty, niff-retching, sneak-slipping, garbage feeling, rud-musty, doggammed sliver our from under my fingernail!
And my life is made anew!!!

Why your bed always feels so very far away OR Curse you Niff-retcher!

Another adult monster: The Niff-Retcher.

If you were to see the Niff-retcher, you might mistaken it for a bizarrely designed brick laying machine.
But be not mistaken. This is an adult monster and it is keeping you from your comfy mattress!
This creature is a giant head with a long tube for a nose. The nose is a mix between an elephant's trunk and a vacuum cleaner hose. It does not suck up oxygen, but time.
It inhales precious minutes and seconds from you, as you are near your destination at the end of a long day - when you just want to collapse on your bed or sit in your comfy chair.
But no matter how many steps your tired legs may take, and how quickly the seconds seem to fly by, you will not reach your destination any time soon.
For each precious moment that would bring you one step closer to your sweet relief - now devoured by the Niff-retcher- is converted into one step worth of ground! Ground that is vomited out from its impossibly large mouth, permanently set in a wide mocking grin, and placed on your intended route home.
All performed by this diabolical fiend... NIFF-RETCHER!

How to beat it:
A Niff-retcher feeds only on small increments of time, otherwise its tube gets clogged.
So, in order to stop up it's hose: one must fill a minute or a second with an hours worth of weight, thought and care.
If you find yourself eagerly counting the seconds before reaching your destination; try reflecting, instead, on the heavy impact that these seemingly little moments have on your life overall. Appreciate them for more than a moment in between life. See them as a part of life.
This is life.
With any luck, these few moments of protracted perspective will choke the annoying vermin, long enough for you to escape.
Also: listening to modern music helps, as Niff-retchers have notoriously snobbish views on anything composed after the baroque period.

Sleep well, weary traveler.