the weekend was pleasing, i enjoyed making a new friend although later was surprised she didn't really connect with me in the way i thought she did. i always said i was hard to connect with. i'm so divisive, expectations are often met by disappointment, some people expect something from me and then get some facet of mine which is equally not me as much as it is, i always have to tell people i'm a multitude. i guess only the magickal mind can perceive the magickal mind.

however i was somewhat dejected as i thought this may have possibilities. however i am always quick to remount and ride the unicorn again.

finally i sleep through a night, i program my dreams now, they seem to morph into their own archetypes and my lucidity is mutable, like the rest of me. i'm pushing boundaries in dreamscapes, pushing into the life i want to create. i've come a long way. money is no longer an issue, the universe bestows in the strangest ways, however i need to be frugal, i need to consider the fact things are never as they appear. 

writing- i'm tweaking a few things, they are far from perfect but the over riding need is to get these things out. i have to push, push harder.