So, an interesting happening happened. I previously wrote on the mystery of my dream's whereabouts. This was a literal memoir laced with innumerable figurative connotations that purveyed my inert state. Or...

After writing that post I was able to record the content of my dreams beyond my initial awareness of consciousness. I don't know if it was my conscious effort attempting to understand the relevance of these mind journey's lack, or if I simply started hitting the sack at a healthy hour more often. Should have kept a log. Either way, I've been dreaming incessantly and remembering a large portion of the content.

And now I am a few months older than I was when I originally wrote this note.

Andrew R. M. Hanson

Does Anyone Know What Happened to My Dreams?

I'm not even gonna start this blog by saying 'I haven't blogged in so dern long...' No! I'm simply going to compose a blog because I'm out of school today, though, preferably, the content of this particular posting will be anything but simple. If you know what I mean...

Currently, I am finishing my AFA in Music at Riverland in Austin, MN. Theory IV is proving to be a most enjoyable subject. Yes. Yes, indeed.

But, do you really want to hear about this? No! You would rather have your ears pleased by an interesting fact or coy joke I may share. Well, really, who am I to say what you want? So perhaps I'll just tell you something about fascinations I've witnessed as of late.

In General Psychology this semester, we have been studying the brain and neurons. We were instructed near the beginning of our classes to begin keeping a dream journal. We will be using these dreams in some type of class project at a future date. I've found a problem with this... Recently, I've dreamt quite a lot, but only during the day.

While I'm awake.

Pondering...

...where?...

So, anyway. What happened to my dreams? I wonder who took them.

We all know that the only dreams of any consequence are the ones that congregate in your unconscious mind: the ambitions that display the true nature of your character.

I think it may be more accurate to say that these 'missing' dreams are actually present and merely unrecognized as so and irrelevant to my current economy within. The exchange of currencies see no worth in recording sub-conscious thought.

I've forgotten my dreams... Like Captain Hook just before Peter Pan sends him down to an unseemly demise in the belly of the croc. Perhaps it's because my mind is too busy making up it's own dreams while I'm awake. When sleep time comes, my dreams need rest as well.

Whatever the case, I know my friends still have dreams so they can't all be gone. The dreams, that is.

Sorry that I couldn't come up with any jokes...

Andrew R. M. Hanson

Bulgaria

Here we are. Bulgaria.

It's fun and we're good.

Does this automatically show up on facebook? I don't remember if I've linked this to facebook yet or not, and facebook won't let me log onto my account 'cause it thinks I'm a hacker from a different country or something.

Let me know if you read this on facebook! I can still read email notifications I get from facebook.

-Andrew R. M. Hanson

Sporadic Thought Patterns of the Human Head

Hi, my blogging friends out there. I haven't written an entry for quite some amount of indiscernible, save for glancing at the one previous this particular post to ascertain the exact date and time it was published, time. I don't know if that made sense grammatically.

A week ago I was assisting with Kids Church, which happens every Friday night at Grace Christian Church, and it lifted my spirits. After a day full of stressfulness and preoccupations, being around all the good and bad children was lovely.

I don't always have something to write. This is one time that I don't have anything interesting. My mind is pulled by many objects of passion that capture its focus and stretch that into confusing bunny trails.

I'm like a fox on the hunt. Yes. Hunting for the answers to questions and the resolutions to situations. Hunting for singular thinking patterns and truth. Hunting, hunting, hunting and never finding satisfaction enough to curve my hunger for more than a moment. The brain doesn't stop revolving, always firing off the next round to kill the prey.

That's what it does, too. When I realize a truth, answer or resolution, it quickly becomes common knowledge in my head and bores me, so I kill it. Is it to be this way in everything my hands find to do?

However, music is always fun. I haven't played music for almost a week now! That must be because I'm in the musical, "Oklahoma!" Yep. I'm singing, just not playing.

As I was saying, I'm getting to be an old man. I'll be 24 in 7 months. Just countin' down the days. Dang. Can't I just skip to 40? 50 maybe? I suppose those days won't be quite as grand as I imagine them. I used to imagine that when I turned 20 I'd be married and have a family in a log cabin or something along those lines. I don't really want a log cabin anymore. I'm torn between a loft apartment and a road home. Hmmm...

Can rock n' roll satisfy the human soul?

And with that, the mind-speak ends.

-Andrew R. M. Hanson

Autumn, hello.

The Summer sky blinked out today in what seemed like an instant when I realized the liberation of leaves from their hold to hosts.

at the realization that cold weather studies are approaching my interest.

at the realization of jackets and scarves and golden, crunchy walkways.

at the realization of the hollow and intrinsic scents of a death so appealing.

at the realization of romantic notions that the fall should hold a nostalgic fascination.

at the realization that cheeks are roses and noses are meek.

at the realization accompanying my skin tone, untouched by a distant sun.

at the realization of a rustle in my hair that stutters down my spine.

at the realization concerning my anticipation of a feeling so sweet that attends seasons unrealized at present.

at the realization.

At the realization of Autumn, hello.

Andrew R. M. Hanson

The Person I Present, According To the Persons I Observe

Hey, my friends. I mean, no one's doing these blogs anymore! It's kinda sad. Ya know? Things happen, new lives are begun and directions in life split into innumerable branches in the great tree of life that is always growing bigger. Yeah, I'm not really like that, talking all poetic and what not. Maybe I'm just crazy. Or maybe just a little bit.

So, I like Switchfoot and I like talking about nothing in general when I'm tired. And I said that because I know that you just desperately desired to hear (read) it. Why do folks say what they like and what hobbies they partake in as if someone actually cared or gave a goat's beard what they do on a day-to-day basis? I mean, seriously. Some folks may actually care to find out if the said person is suitable match for themselves by sneaking a stalker-peek at their statuses in life. But really, c'mon. That's only the good stuff that's advertised. What about the bad in a person?

k, so, this brings up an issue that I deal with in myself. I think you'll all enjoy reading about me, so I'll write it out. Or perhaps that's the fascination we find in studying other humans. It's not about another person, but about ourselves. A read of another human is a read of ourselves, figuratively speaking and what not. An inside look at another insane human's mind that we can compare ourselves to to discover the condition we each are in.

...then adjust your personal character conditionally to the observed specifications of said subject to aleve self-scrutiny for an undisclosed amount of time...

This is gonna be a great blog. Undoubtedly the greatest I've ever written. But back to the topic: The person I present according to the persons I've observed. Yes, I am peer-pressured. It's crazy to think about how so much of my time goes into contemplating how I should respond to viewing how someone else responds to how I respond. Why can't I simply respond? Well, I can, but I've conditioned myself to think that I can't.

So, here's the catcher. The only reason I've conditioned myself to think that I can't is because I see myself through another's eyes, which, in turn, is the result of my conditioning. So I've actually gone in full circle, digging in deeper to the trap I was all ready in! I see the person other persons are looking at because I really can't observe myself. But someone else can so they're the object of fashioning to what I adhere my attention, because they know what's going on.

Well, actually, they could, and most likely are, doing the exact same thing that I do. Perhaps not to me, but there's something that they are fashioning their character after. We are obviously built to do so. Then why do we fashion ourselves after something just as flawed and borrowed presentation oriented as we are? There's something wrong with that picture.

God made us who we are. He didn't make us the reflection of our neighbor or Johnny Depp. He made us the reflection of Him. He doesn't look to anyone but Himself to create a man. When He made the strong, rugged, gallant form of man, He looked at Himself and said, "It is very good."

Very good? Not just good? Very good. What we were made to be is very good. Unfortunately, no man or woman or child is very good anymore. Nor are we even good. So we should fashion ourselves according to popular culture's demand for a Mr. Right or a Mrs. Independent? I should say not! Our substance is derived from the breath of the living God and has every potential to be in perfect harmony with His Spirit. He dresses the flowers and feeds the birds. Why do I get all messed up inside over things?

Ok. So take the good aspects of God in man and apply those things, but don't be afraid to see and admit the bad. I guess that's what I was originally getting at. We are bad boys and girls sometimes and are not constantly acting in the Spirit after our rebirth and acceptance of Him. Don't be a perfect know-it-all. God reveals more and more over time, but until He's taking you to a better place called Heaven, you're not going to find the perfect body to sport. Or even the right reason to sport your awesome good looks!

But when we're there in the air our understanding will be bare. That is, everything will become open knowledge and then we'll just understand why we have to worship Him. May as well start now, eh?

...He's making me like Him...

Andrew R. M. Hanson

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