It is true. I have a mercurial personality. The spiral goes up and down, very fast, sometime with no seeming reason. But I tell you this – there is always a reason. These reasons may be fictive, but I know what they are.

Mercurial – the word makes me think about having wings on my feet and being able to fly. I have, at night, had an ongoing narrative taking place. I access this narrative by going down a portal. There, on the other side of this narrative, the central characters are able to fly, and often teach others. You first begin by leaping straight out, onto a soft, mattress like, surface, then do this by kicking your legs backwards and staying atop air that is generated by a fan.

Learning how to fly takes just a few days at best. Some of the central characters have become such good fliers that they’ve gone and checked out heaven. There, in heaven, are balls of light thath come and go – returning to heaven after the person the light inhabited, then going back to earth to inhabit a new being. The problem is that those who fly to heaven return to earth extremely unhappy because they’ve been in such a happy space. The first person to learn to fly went back to heaven several times, then finally killed himself so that he could be there in a more heavenly form.

There is more to this than that. The this to that is part of a much longer ongoing narrative. No one is going to read this dispatch, so I feel okay about divulging this much.

What I realized in writing the above is that this is a lucid dream, one in which reality and nonreality are within shouting distance of one another. I am so tired right now that this quasi dream seems very real to me.

Pete and I went to bed late last night, because we got home late. And we got up early because Pete had physical therapy early in the day, and because I left my car at the historic Eagle Hotel, I had to go in with him. Today I drove my car home, so that I can go in later tomorrow. Now, if I could fly (and I don’t see this as being beyond the realm of possibility), I would not (at night) have to worry about the glare of oncoming car lights.

A lack of belief is what holds us back when it comes to doing the seemingly impossible. We can’t fly because we don’t think we can. All the great inventions, though, came into being when at a certain point in time, someone believed that it was possible. Then others built upon those early inventions, the airplane being the most notable.

Winged shoes, silver in color. I have a hard time seeing how they might work. It’s just not the same as using the concepts of leverage and the hundreds of laws of thermodynamics. My favorite law of thermodynamics is, “for every consistency there is an inconsistency.” My second favorite law is, for every inconsistency there is a consistency.

Next: 339. 12/13/24: A Night in the Historic Eagle Hotel