Sentient Being

I Dreamt of Albert Camus

Last night I dreamt of Albert Camus. Which is really weird since I haven’t thought about Albert Camus for 10 or 20 years, maybe even more. But there he was, standing at the lectern, smoking a cigarette and getting ready to deliver a poem about Peace to a packed house of seemingly rabid fans and I was there sitting in the middle of it all.

He started reciting the poem in French, and it all seemed very garbled and unintelligible  and I couldn’t understand a word of it, yet as I looked around me, the audience seemed to absorb it as they remained riveted in their seats giving the short, scruffy looking Frenchman their full attention.

“But wait!” I cried, as I stood up and turned to face the larger part of the audience. “That’s not his poem.  He didn’t write it.  He’s only reading it.  Somebody else wrote that poem. Why doesn’t he read his own poem instead of merely mouthing somebody else’s sentiments about peace or whatever the hell he’s talking about?”

Yes, it was clear from the guy who introduced Albert that he would be reading a poem about Peace that was written by somebody else.  Who that somebody was, I have no idea.

This whole incident strikes me as being very bizarre, since I don’t make much of dreams and I resist interpreting them and I have no patience with people who tell me about their dreams and then go into elaborate interpretations of them, sometimes alluding to previous incarnations where this or that happened to them and therefore blah blah blah and yada yada yada.  I indulge them.  They are my friends.  What can I do?

That being said, this dream stayed with me even as I got up to pee at 5am, let the dogs and cat out, take my 2 droppers full of Lion’s Mane extract for clarity and focus, make my Death Wish (“the world’s strongest)” coffee, and hop onto the computer to check the latest messages and emails to see what’s really going on in the world, despite what the mainstream media is all too willing to tell us.

Why Albert Camus?  I haven’t the slightest idea and I refuse to bring a former incarnation story about how we were  twin souls on a divine mission to save humanity and usher in a new Golden Age.  I’ll leave  that narrative for my friends to indulge in, since they seem to love the saving humanity theme a whole lot.

All I know is that I was really pissed that he was reading somebody else’s poem instead of his own.

I think that’s it.  It’s time to take out the cleaver, folks, and strike down to the bone and get to the very heart of the matter and cut away all the bullshit and outside influences that seem largely to guide our lives.

Yes, as you can probably tell I am getting for New Year’s Eve and starting to map out my big resolutions for 2026,

Not only do I plan to get back to Nature and live a more healthy life style as the book I am reading (The Path of the Spiritual Warrior) suggests, but I am planning to bring onboard a lot of other new intentions for 2026 as well, such as:

1. Working out every day in our new home gym that my wife promises to create in our one spare room that is currently filled with all sorts of furniture, boxes, and various odds and ends that we brought up from our home in Woodstock when we moved up here to Roxbury almost two years ago.

The new exercise equipment is here in boxes in the hallway and in the kitchen area all ready to be unpacked and put together by my wife  who is really good at this sort of thing. Whether she ever gets around to actually doing it is another question entirely, but if we don’t get the home gym set up in 2026, we always have 2027 to look forward to.  I am an optimist at heart and I always try to Look On The Bright Side of Life, as Monty Python admonishes us to do.

2. Walk the dogs!  I really feel guilty about not walking the dogs.  When they act up and start barking, which is an indication that they want to go out, I usually just hook on their leashes, walk them to the car and take them for a little ride down to the Kayak Center about 2 miles from home and then bring them back.  It seems to satisfy them but perhaps they would prefer an actual walk, who knows?

Anyway, we have a really nice trail in the woods right next to our house so for the New Year I resolve to walk them in the woods, which would also serve to fulfill my getting back to Nature promise as well.

I think two resolutions are enough.  I don’t want to overwhelm myself and get burned out before Valentine’s Day, as has happened all too often in the past.

Maybe walking the dogs in 2027 and working out every day in our soon-to-be-constructed home gym  in 2027 isn’t such a bad idea after all.  I mean, why rush?

Where are we going anyway?