Well, no. Nothing so profound as that, believe me.

I mentioned a post or so below about having an noteworthy dream on Friday night/Saturday morning. I'd been tossing and turning most of the night, despite the a/c trying to catch up with the house having been closed up, and a fan in the room that was intermittently, not steadily, breezy. Some time after the last hour-long bout bout of spinning clockwise multiple times (in 90-degree increments), around 3:30a or so, I recall one dream ...

It must have actually been pretty close to when I woke up about 7ish, since I rarely remember dreams except those sorts, and even then, body chemistry tends to foil remembering dreams (the brain stops manufacturing as much of the neurochemical that's associated with short-term memory during much of the sleep cycle, which is why you can wake up with a dream right on your lips and ... stutter and falter trying to tell it to someone within a few minutes; something like that).

I don't even actually remember much about it (see above). There was a guy on a park bench, kind of disreputable-looking, wrinkled suit, kind of crazy gray hair. He was talking to people (sometimes me) as they walked up to him, mostly kind of wild and ranty, but also (it struck me) saying some profound things (don't ask what they were, it was just an impression, like you have in dreams). And I was cranky and grouchy, and enough of the woes of the previous day (mostly job-email-related) were preying on my mind that they were seeping into the dreaming (making me again think it was shortly before I fully awoke). 

And then the guy turned and looked at me and said, "It's not about the challenges, or whether you overcome them. It's about how you face them. So you might as well face them happy."

So I woke up. And I was smiling, and not at all stressed. Which was suddenly unexpected and quite nice.

And I made a minor resolution (to go with this very minor epiphany) to try and smile more, and grouch less, not in some Pollyanna-like way, nor shirking off the myriad things I had to do (and still have to do), but because the things will get done (or not) whether I'm smiling and relaxed or frowning and tense, and the former sounds much more agreeable than the latter.

So -- no big Road to Damascus moment or anything like that. No solicitation for funds to get a personal copy of the new book I'm not writing (Daveanetics). Nothing earth-changing or even likely lifechanging. Just a dream that hit me a bit more notably than most such, which makes it suitable grist for the blogging mill.

Now, of course, we'll see how well that resolution lasts as the week progresses.  But it made the flight home, and the day today, a bit nicer. :-)

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Obviously I need more sleep or something. I read the headline of this post as "I met a Gallifreyan" twice. Even though that's obviously not what it said.

Sounds like a nice dream regardless.

Now there's a filk waiting to be written (or, I'm sure, written multiple times).