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A Dream About Frogs

Posted in Blog, people, writing with tags , , , , , on June 26, 2009 by dustus

Lately, I’ve been having strange dreams.  Unfortunately, I don’t always remember what I dream upon awakening.  However, last night I woke up with a painful leg cramp (I run many miles a day and don’t drink enough water.  Anyway, I digress…)  This morning I was able to recall the imagery and sensations of my dream in greater detail than usual.  It was a dream about frogs.

I stood in the dark, just within the threshold of a worn carpeted room. At this point I was aware that I was dreaming and did not wait very long. When the lights came on I scanned the four blank white walls and then looked down to see the floor illuminating many semi-slimy light green frogs.  Their eyes were bold white with a liquid sheen and black dots for pupils. In addition to yellowish ambient light of the room, each frog appeared brightened further by their own underneath spotlight of greenish-yellow. Being barefoot and startled I did not move; neither did they.  The frogs sat motionless except for their heaving breath.  There had to be about twenty-five of them and I was immediately struck by the fact that they were arranged in a staggered pattern and all facing to the right.  All the frogs were identical.  In fact, they were all breathing in time with my own heartbeat.  It was surreal to the point of seeming hyperrealistic.  All I could see of myself was my legs from both ankles down.

FrogMaze

With cautious measured steps, holding my breath, I walked through the maze of frogs gingerly.  Moving to the right, coming up from behind them, I began to feel amazed that I did not startle any of them.  Thinking they could leap away at any moment, they proved my initial assumptions wrong. Careful not to step on any, I was scared that they might be poisonous.  At first, before I even took that first step, I feared nudging any of the frogs with even the slightest touch of my foot.  Perhaps some poison would rub off on me.  The thing is I know absolutely nothing about frogs.  I only flip channels quickly past animal planet late at night and haven’t seen a live frog since I was a kid. Nonetheless, the details in this dream and the feelings that the imagery prompted convinced me that this was no ordinary random electrical storm in my brain.

Pointless Musings by Adam Dustus

Posted in Blog, people, social media, writing with tags , , , , , , on May 16, 2009 by dustus

DustusAdamIt’s not “reality” TV when five cameras follow you and you’re directed to re-do your botched lines.

If you discard cigarette butts into an ashtray—shouldn’t it be called an ass-tray?

Yoga helps my breathing, core, and mental flexibility.

Go Red Wings! rah-rah

I want the Chicago Cubs to beat the Yankees in the World Series. Then in the following post-season I want the Tigers to beat the Phillies.

Advice to college students… No matter if it seems like a good idea at the time, don’t ever drink a beer milkshake. You may as well sleep in the bathroom.

I respect Puff Daddy for running the NYC Marathon. I ran a half-marathon last September. This year I hope to run the one in Detroit .

Knoxville, Tennessee (my beloved Rocky Top, land of James Agee, Cormac, & profuse orange)… You’ve earned the name KNOXVEGAS because you’re really an amazing place to party…just don’t bring up The World’s Fair. Instead, just mention the name Peyton Manning!

Teacher Headline: 5th-grade boy proposes book report on breast exams

Twitter is an amazing place for non-airheads

Belated Thanks to Janet Jackson for popularizing the term “equipment malfunction”—and special thanks to Viagra for trying to eliminate it!

I conclude & ask you to ponder…
Why can’t we bail out everyone?
(psst…Hey Buddy, that’s socialism)
Oh, okay. I guess my heart wants to help people suffering in their daily lives rather than executives whose fortunes are slightly downsized. That does not make me a socialist. I’m not a Marxist because I’m a big fan of Groucho (and the way Harpo and Chico play music). In fact, despite a post-modern writing style I’m a bit of a pragmatist, who really knows? I’m not a big fan of intellectual labels. If you go to Buy Books on the Web, you can purchase High School Asylum! Though the virtue of capitalism is not exactly an author’s answered prayer, it is a “trying” system that rewards bold genius, the essence of effort, and in some cases dumb luck.

What’s Up With Me?

Posted in Blog, education, people, writing with tags , , , , , , , on May 13, 2009 by dustus

I have to admit some of my closest
friends are 100% correct about me…
DustusPic_pop art Writing has indeed changed my life. The very process that I go through to write a novel becomes rather intense, much like cleansing therapy sessions that rejuvenate my spirit. I’ve said before that I believe writing has saved me. That is no exaggeration. It’s fair to say that in many ways I appreciate words.

Current Project: Here’s to hoping that the third time is a charm. Currently I am immersed in completing my third novel. Who knows what the result will be? Guess I’ll have to wait and see. Time will tell. Perhaps it’s best not to maintain expectations for your art. Nonetheless, I’m not rushing to finish this manuscript. In the process, I’m having some fun exploring the other creative splinters of my personality—to me that’s what it’s all about.

In & Out of Line: ANY DAY NOW! IT’S COMING! I PROMISE!

Point of Irritation: I do not feel any different now than last week when High School Asylum broke free of its metaphorical straight jacket. My attitude remains positive and I’m content to accept what may happen in my life. Hakuna Matata. No worries. It’s only Life.

Belief: I was not born a writer. That change occurred gradually. A span of ten years does not equate to overnight. It took a decade for me to develop my craft. The respect I have for literature outweighs any anticipatory notions of success. In fact, I’ve always been painfully shy, especially in my late teens and well into my twenties. My transition into adulthood was fraught with rejection, doubt, depression, breakdowns, and even a little bitterness that I was able to quell before it could alter me into a cranky old man. Yes, I’ve paid my dues…and then some more.
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