still, it crashes into a tree

Vehicles seem to be figuring heavily lately. This sleek old Volvo represents elitist liberals to me. I'm not sure I've ever seen one without some incarnation of a PBS sticker or Democratic candidate sticker or at the very least a peace sign, sometimes all, but the very most frequently seen by me is the KQED sticker you get when you pledge support.

No. Really. It's so pervasive you almost think KQED gives secondhand Volvos for pledges.

And everyone I've ever known who drove one of these has, indeed, called themselves "liberal" or "progressive" or "anti-intolerance" or advocated strongly for any or all of the little universe of causes that implies, complete with the practically de rigueur loathing for legal guns and rednecks. So anyway this vehicle is positively dripping with symbolism in my mental lexicon. It is meaningful that it was an outdated model and that it was shiny.

It was a short dream.

I was in the street. The repo man had come to take the prized vehicle of my friend's deadbeat boyfriend and I leapt to drive it away before the repo man could hook it to his rig. But the deadbeat boyfriend of my friend got there first and in his haste drove it into a tree, completely disabling his getaway, his vehicle to accomplishing his goals.

This was an ultra-instructive dream for me just now, and I am concentrating hard to extract every nuance of lesson from my greater intelligence before a vitamin deficiency can disconnect me again. It has universes to do with how I spend my energy and with whom, what's a trainwreck and what holds a kernel for effectiveness.

I'm also finding out that I still have a great deal of trouble walking and chewing gum at the same time, since this endocrine infirmity took me, literally, by the throat. So, I can't really write and blog. I can't really concentrate on great interaction with people who matter to me and blog. I can't really concentrate on big Zen lessons and blog. So. I'm either not fully recovered, just damn better than I have been for a few miserable years, or I'm too old to do that anymore, even at my best, and have to just leave off the blog when I must or will engage with the other stuff. I'm not sure, but will be.

Anyway, my attempt here to keep a diary, bring news and say unsayable stuff in new ways or old ways that just have more punch, is going to keep sputtering along, but you might find it more sputtery than usual.

I can tell you for sure those Volvos ALWAYS crash into trees. The trees are always fine, but the Volvos are totaled. This is something I already know and have known for long, but was something I have been forgetting to keep up where it needs to be in my head. So, dudes, that was a GREAT dream!