Not super great, but a nice sunset shot I got, today.

Wait, did that actually happen?

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01/08/2024

It's funny how this is considered the "slow" time of year for me at work- and yet I'm running to and fro with my hands full and then some. Go figure.

My wife and I decided to pick up a copy of Wii Sports Resort and borrow my brother's console. I think the both of us had only ever played it just a little at a friend's house back in the day, so neither of us were super well-versed in it, but from our first gaming session last week, we had a fun blast! It was really a good, solid game they made!

I also restructured my home network this week and simplified some of my layout, which has made using HomeAssistant a MUCH easier breeze. Oddly, maybe the most interesting thing happened in my dream this morning, though (or at least the portion I remember).

I was riding my bike, with someone- maybe it was my brother, my wife- as a passenger on back. We were going over this overpass bridge which I've driven over many times before in real life- but here in the dream, this relatively straight and simple bridge took on more the appearance of a theme park roller coaster, in the ways it arced steeply and came to sudden crests and troughs- and in very narrow strips, too. But this hardly seemed worrisome to me, as I just kept peddling on all the faster and enjoying the ride.

Then, we came to it- it wasn't a big buildup, but out of nowhere, we suddenly peaked over the top of a very tall and sudden crest- and in doing so, I gained a bit of air on my bike, which was fun. And then I looked down and noticed the road wasn't directly beneath me, anymore, and I was now steadily coming down just to the right of it, towards the green-ish terrain, below. I wasn't very worried at first, but then I realized our trajectory was on a course to land us in an unpleasant place. Knowing the bike was weighing me down, I (we) abandoned it and began descending towards the better place to make a landing. Gently rebounding off a large, smooth boulder, we landed with relative ease on a dirt path.

Like I said, this location, though made more fantastical in the dream state, was one I associated with a place in real life- and as such, when I looked to my left on the path and noticed a relatively small but large enough swampy reservoir, I was rather surprised I had forgotten that this prominent land feature exists (even though in real life, it doesn't). Then, I suddenly started asking the unnerving question- ...where did my bike land? I knew how much I paid for that bike brand new, and the idea of it landing somewhere in a nasty, unsearchable, boggy reservoir was not a very nice idea, at all.

I found myself talking with someone who was apparently an expert, for some reason, whether that was in the art of finding lost bikes or knowing the specific terrain of this water feature- and he came to eventually say that the odds of me finding my bike ever again were pretty minuscule. I was starting to feel devastated, and I was dishing out the bad news to my friends and or family, when something happened that doesn't normally happen in a dream (at least for me). I thought back to the events that occurred, and when I thought about our fall off the bridge, I realized just how unrealistic that graceful fall was. Somehow that wasn't enough to wake me up from the dream, but it was enough to suddenly cheer me up, and proclaim to everyone, "Wait, guys, it's alright, my bike is still fine back at home, I didn't lose it!".

Having experienced a pretty bad bout of depression just a week or two ago, I know how easy and yet almost irrelevant it would be to apply this to such a concept. Coming out of a depressive slump, when you're in one, may as well feel like a herculean task that even Heracles himself would shun.

But maybe this is just a nice parable for life, in general. Sometimes I go worrying about things that really aren't things to worry about. In those moments I start worrying, maybe it's good practice to stop, rethink the situation, and ask myself what is really at stake or what is lost. If I could but do that in half the moments I get upset trying to troubleshoot technology, my blood pressure might just allow me to live to the old age of Methuselah! If. If is good.

But that's all I've got this week. That, and happy National Argyle day! Until next time, see ya!