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It's 730am in the East Bay. This is my favorite part of living in The Bay. I hear the birds chirping and I feel the bay breeze blowing. It's calming. The city isn't awake yet so I don't hear anyone screaming, no sounds of traffic, and it's quiet.

I like to wake up around this time and meditate. I like climbing trees or getting on a roof to enjoy the view and the fresh air. This really is a beautiful time to be awake.

I've been having reoccurring dreams since I started meditating. The most recent one is kind of trippy but I like it. In the dream I'm sleeping with someone I'm assuming is my wife. While kissing her arm I ask her why she's so beautiful. She giggles and I tell her I love her and she's too good for me.

I ask her about the kids and if she works in the AM, if so she needs stop talking and go to sleep because she's going to be grumpy if she doesn't sleep.

She fell asleep while I was talking to her. I stare at her and feel gratitude, pride, and joy.

I recognize the girl because I see her at work. It's crazy because she's not my type. She's one of those positive types, friendly, not shallow, happy, etc. People like that drive me up the wall. I'm a brooding, moody, emo kid.

I don't do happy endings and I prefer to be alone in darkness with my sad music. I'm not depressed or sad I just like what I like. I'm pretty much goth without the music and clothing.

A) I do no dream. Haven't since I was a kid. So me dreaming is a big deal.

B) I gave up on kids and romance. I gave up on happiness. I dont deserve it. I tried. People are evil by nature. And investing in people is a loss. Facts. Everybody changes and everybody leaves. Ask both my moms. All my ex's. All my former friends. Clients. My brother. I don't build bridges anymore. I'm a self sustaining island.

C) when I dream they're usually scary as fukk. This one isn't scary it's fukking nice.

D) I don't know what the fukk the dream means. This girl isn't my type. I doubt her type because I'm not anyone's type. I feel like I should pursue this.

Do I tell her, "I've been dreaming about you for a week, you should know I hate you but you make me feel safe and I trust you. I don't know anything about you but I trust you and I want to get to know you.

Hahaha, that doesn't sound insane at all.

White people ruined the world with religion. Having dreams like I do and acting on them used to be normal. I could be related to someone who has visions. But now I'd get called crazy for acting on my dreams. All the signs are telling me to go to this girl. But I can't explain to her why. It'll scare her. It scares me.

When I was a kid I used to have dreams so vivid I couldn't sleep. I went to therapy and I figured out how to sleep without sleeping and I've been an insomniac ever since.

It's a beautiful AM. I think I gotta act on this dream. Meditation got me opening doors I thought I closed twenty years ago. Feelings change and numbers don't lie.
 
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My abs hurt because I've been getting my leg raises in. I jump over full size garbage and recycle cans too. My ab work out is kind of tight.

High knee running for about 7 minutes. I get real sweaty.

Ten speed squats under the pull up bar then I jump into 7-10 pull ups. I drop into squats. And I jump up for chin ups. Every squat ends with a chin up.

Then I drink 9 ounces of water and stretch. I set up all my garbage cans and recycle bins like an obstacle course and jump over them without running. Short approach and short landing so I have to generate the height with my body.

When I land I have to be in rhythm so I can jump over the next one. No wonder my abs hurt. I was jumping over car hoods yesterday for exercise. Hahaha, I'm 28 this year too. I climbed my neighbors balcony barefoot yesterday. I'm a very weird adult man. I can't help that I'm hella athletic and what's fun to me may be impossible to someone else.

I run to or from work when I feel like it. I race cyclists while I'm running. I race cars when I'm cycling. I swear to god I'm undefeated off the line. They should beat me and they do, but off the line I'm killing 'em.

When I see people "working out" I want to laugh. If you're comfortable you're not working out. If you're not considering quitting you're not working out.

Every client I had left me in way better shape than they came to me in. They were more coordinated too. No wonder I was in high demand. Anyone can be athletic if they're willing to work for it. Speed can be taught. Coordination can be improved. Anyone can learn a game.

Being athletic really isn't shyt but hard work and focus. Being smart is much harder because there's no assurance you'll understand the information you're consuming.

I think that's why I gave up on being smart and focused on being athletic. I taught myself how to shoot a jump shot recently. My shyt is wet too. It's all in the release and posture.
 
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