Ever have a dream within a dream.
You know, you're in the dream and you say or think to yourself "What a weird dream I am having"
Then you wakeup and realize you have been dreaming.
Waking up and looking around and say to yourself,"I dreamt I was dreaming."
We sleep and dream and our reality slips away. The dream being a fabrication of our mind.
Does that mean what goes on in our mind is dreaming and how we see is really a dream representation of our world!
Whew! I think I have a headache..or a dreamache or something!
Well then what is pain? a Dream? I don't think so!
I guess what we do is get other people's opinions of what they experience and compare it with our own so we can "be sure" of what we see; Hmmmm
The flaw there seems to be maybe others are sharing the same dream.
Maybe someone tells use dream stuff so we keep dreaming and not get a clear picture of what really is going on!
Why would anyone do that? Why would a Drug Company perpetuate a dream that there is no cures Only long term use of costly drugs?
What other groups give us bad dreams
What dreams are bad and what are good?
I guess bad dreams are ones filled with fear,,,and there are those that want us to have those bad dreams.
Like sheep running from a car horn.
Now that's bad dream.
Maya,,Illusion. What drives us that is within ourselves.
Hear that sound? It's not a car horn,
It's the wakeup call/

What is truth? What are lies?
We know is lies are told to avoid responsability.
Then who is responsible?
What then?
Who suffers? The liar who fears responsiblity for an action or inaction?
The victim who trusts the liar, doesn't know any better, who passes on the lie to someone else in good faith. Victim becomes the victimizer.
Truth. It can be a light or a weapon. When truth is used by a liar to make a lie seem truthful the lie is toxic.
Be true to ourself. Be a honest about what we really know. Be clear about what we really know, or if it is a belief or a notion or even a fantasy.
Like fantasy, memory lives in our mind and is subject to editing by the tender mercies of our level of self-esteem and self-worth.
Like it was written on the door.
Keep It Simple Simple,

Ideas and attitudes are like pack ice.
Frozen slabs of inaction that threaten commerce, endangering the unwary.
The walrus rides the slab. Using it, disgarding it to dive deep in the frigid waters for food.
On the ice the walrus is slow, ungainly and easy prey.
In the water the walrus slides the thermoclines and flys the ocean sea water gliding and swimming with broad elegance and ease.
The walrus is free to move in any direction and advance at it's own speed.
Pack ice; how much does our mind lay on?
When do we leave the ice?
Are we so afraid of freedom we lay crippled on frozen ideas, ideologies and crafted notions?
What makes us fear freedom?

Grumpy and gloomy they walked around.
Grumpy and gloomy with always a frown.
Then came a joke and fun.
Then came happiness and Playing in the sun.
The shadow of gloom was on the run.
Turn that frown upsidedown.
Make that smile stretch for a mile.
See the Sun behind the cloud.
Let yourself laugh out loud.
Nothing better than a happy face.
It will always finish the race.
Laughter is always a winner.

On the reef on the West side of Tinian is the best snorkeling. The Beach is subtle and the "sand" is made of ground coral and shells. The coral is home to fish on this infamous island.
Tinian is about five kilometers south of Saipan. The chain of islands it is part of is the Marianas and more specifically the Northern Mariana Islands. Known as the CMNI or Commonwealth of the Northern Mariana Islands, Tinian is a territory of The USA and US taxpayers send the Territory about 200 million a year.
Tinian is infamous since it was the location of the air base that launched the aircraft that took the lives of Japanese men, women and children through the doorway of life in an atomic horror,
The North field is the defunct military airstrip. Much grown over with scrub jungle this island was populated with 60 thousand people before the war and now is home for 3000 persons of which about 60 percent are the native to the island.
It has been bombed beyond belief and has not really recovered. much of the island still yields unexploded ordninace.
The only source of revenue on the island is a casino that is a stop for Japanese and mainland Chinese tourists. They take a bus to the Bomb pits where the Atomic devices were stored and loaded on the aircraft. They visit the tunnels of the Japanese military defense and they visit the cliff where the Japanese Army allegedly encouraged the pre-invasion civilians to jump into the oceans. The lie was the Americans would torture them. (Another military society lying to it's people.)
Corruption is rampant and the disparity between abject poverty and wealth is undeniably apparent. Since US commodities are shipped to the island without tariff or import tax the islanders are blessed with diabetes, cancer, obesity and alcoholism. Tobacco use is high. But Hansen's Disease is rare these days. Hooh Rah!
Flies and rats rule the island.
Meanwhile the tourists gamble and drink at the casino. The poor walk the streets or try to feed themselves by fishing.
Good luck
The fish are scarce, but beautiful and smart. They watch from the safety of the coral, following movement with radar tracking resolve. They are few but survival oriented.
They are waiting for the madness of this culture to subside and a sane civilization to return.
They wait.
They are shell shocked.
But then, aren't we all?