Even as time drags on, it is spent way too fast. Still unemployed, still keenly unmotivated to do anything... responsible or recreational.

Had a serialized dream last night... eight or nine related episodes that included a hospital that it took over 2 1/2 days to check out from, a Japanese dignitary's special quarters in a shopping mall next to that hospital, a martial arts scene where there were black clad baddies and white clad good guys, then red, yellow, blue, green, etc. teams, all in an atrium garden on a hill with California-style landscaping... then an escape from some device thing with radiation that made one invisible, running thru an open air but sub-street level pink stucco apartment complex, becoming invisible ourselves (a friend was with me), then by the beach when a light appeared behind a distant cloud... I thought a UFO was coming, but it was the space shuttle landing, but it came to a halt over us, aimed at us and descended fast, but ended up in the ocean just beyond the sea wall we were sitting near. In the meantime, I don't recall where in this sequence it occurred, I was in my old house in California (now owned by other folks) with both parents (who are now both gone) packing for a trip up the coast.

Every decade or so, I have one of these nights of story-line dreams that continue on in an episodic fashion... I have to wake periodically to experience the progressive nature of them, so I don't know if it happens more often than that. While the discourse above may seem disjointed, there was a connection between all of the parts that I cannot describe in words.

Since this is an art site, the question pops into my head: is this art of a sort?