dreams or memories

life has been good... fun... luxurious in so many ways (in spite of ridiculously irresponsible money management over the course of a lifetime as so many financial decisions were based on what others needed without considering what i needed... hey, so i won't retire comfortably and will enjoy spaghetti and live cheap after the working days are done, i lived and continue to live in the moment and enjoy the luxuries i have for now)... i have wonderful memories and still have dreams (and sometimes am not quite sure which is which) and hope springs eternal even if it doesn't quite have the same spring it once did (though there are those moments... and sighs)...

i think i had a dream that i went in to meet with my night shift and made an emotional inspirational speech that brought cheers like a revivalist church and i just remembered it as a memory so i wonder if it was a memory of long ago or a dream of what i would like to happen or a dream about a memory of long ago or something like that... i don't think fat people get it because the choices they make that create a fat body are the antithesis of the understanding required to get it, but that may be beside the point, whatever the point might have been or will be... what it is, is this...

narf :)