i gotta write now, lots of work to do, buti have to get this down now. this will start like this:

I was a young grower, and very successful. i lived somewhere in the carribean and lived in a village that didn’t really approve of my crops because it made me rich while making all the other men lazy. One day, we were raided by pirates who did their pirate things and looted, pillaged, and raped my village. i was spared when i offered the captain a peace pipe, and all the pirates who wanted came with the captain into one of the huts not yet on fire and we sat around a dead fire pit and passed the peace pipe around until we could barley see each other. i can’t really remember the topics of discussion, since i couldn’t understand their language, but there was lots of raucous laughter. i distinctly remember the captain coming up to me and saying

“Arrgh, you be all right thar, matey.”

i remember that because i could understand it for some reason, and before i knew it i was joining their crew, and they were building a structure to allow me to grow my crops on the deck of their ship. And so i journeyed the high seas with a crew that loved me and i found my new home, going from distant land to distant land, living a pirates life. then i woke up.

i really couldn’t do that dream justice. i don’t know where it came from, but it was vivid. i was a goddamn pirate, and it was awesome. last week i had a lucid dream where i was flying around what looked like the cascades. i think my brain is so elated to be done with the end of last year that now that my physical body is done doing all this celebrating, my mental side gets to have some fun.

happy new year, indeed. i feel so much better after getting in some exercise and eating less regularly again. i think my mind is thanking me for not making it work in overtime, and can get back to a schedule. which includes working, and i must get back to it.