Astral Samurai

I wake another day without so much as breakfast. Neglecting myself I go to the office by train. I know It will be a long day. I type up the schedules for the week and as soon as I am finished take an early lunch. When the day ends I board the train and head toward home from the city. A woman from the recent past is onboard. She is talking about something other than what she is talking about. "Do you remember me?" She asks without looking over. "Farah?" "Yes, do you remember what I said about the i-ching?" "Not all of it..." I say. "You will just let it go." "Let what go?" "What you think is isn't I'm your spirit guardian." She says. "Don't ask okay I know its hard to accept but accept it." "Okay." I arrive home and this is the end of my day.

It is rare for me to wake at this hour. I wake up from a nightmare of sorts. I am laying on the couch and something grabs my arm. I feel it being pulled down deeper and deeper. A few words pass through my mind, "Caught by an even more tenacious tiger." I think about the imagery for a few minutes and my mind suddenly realizes where it is. I google Zombie Dreams: " Dream ing that you are a  zombie  indicates that you are physically and/or  emotion ally detached from  people  and situations that are  current ly surrounding you. You are out of  touch ." And now I go back to rest again...

This will be the first post of many. My real life has become a repetition of events. The dreamworld expands and the real world evolves. I write to find my place where I sit stare and look out the window. There are two parts of me fighting for control. The fighter; the one part who wants to see everything burn, bleed, and destroy itself. The other half, the better half I like to think; wants to see order, control, and life to stay as it is. As you follow my journey I hope I can change for myself but to which side I do not yet know. Guide me and help me as I try to help those around me.