Wow...it's been quite awhile since I've written in this little journal. I'd like to say that it's because I've been soooo busy I haven't had time for writing, but no. The lack of entries has everything to do with laziness and not scheduling. I don't have much to write about today, besides a dream. Last night, I felt awful. I had a fever, light chills, and tossed in bed the whole evening. Sleeping shouldn't be such work, but in spite of the misery, or perhaps because of it, I had a fantastic dream. OK, here is the premise:

I was running through some fields, like the ones in Salvatores film Io non ho paura (I'm Not Scared). The brown hills of wheat and dried Sunflowers stretched for miles and I was sprinting through them. The amazing thing was, I didn't tire. As I ran I thought "I should be exhausted," but I wasn't. I felt my leg muscles extending, pulling me - propelling me through fields. I never looked at my legs, because I was confident they were nothing but enormous muscles driving me. After speeding over a few hills, I stopped, turned around, and marveled at the length I had traveled, on my own! I had run that entire distance! I don't run very often, and rarely sprint, but god, it was exhilarating. It was so freeing knowing I could go anywhere simply by willing myself. Usually I feel liberated driving, but this was more so. Even in driving you rely on a machine to take you places. In running, I can manage everything myself. That is the best I can explore the feeling through words. Knowing you adjust your course, and speed of at your leisure, well, I hope you've felt it sometime.

I know that dream is a bit of a ramble session. I don't mind though, because this is my Journal. All I know is that dream meant a lot to me, and I thought I better write about it before I forget. I rarely scribble down my thoughts, confident I'll remember them. Unfortunately, and I don't have exact statistics, I forget 'em 86.34% of the time. I'll write again soon, because the more I do, the more comfortable I feel in jotting down my opinions unedited.