Dreams
What's the use?
Tango Dreams
2025.03.12
Wednesday, March 12, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Hey. O/
Good to be read by you again.
Hope your day goes well and the pictures in your dreams match the pictures in your life.
That said, on with the show...
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Clean up in aisle Your Life!
Someone spilled a whole bucket full of Junk-You-Don’t-Need-Anymore.
Good thing you have that staff of good friends to help you clean it up.
Should the words of a ghost be of any help...
Here I am, too. O/
Sometimes parades get rained on.
Sometimes rainbows appear.
Sometimes a singular cloud singles you out
For a singular summer shower
To soften the sweltering shine of The Sun.
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Back to the words, the weather, and dreams of you.
At times it can feel like there’s just so much to do you’ll never make it through.
But that’s not true.
You feel that way because what you’re working on means so much you just want it as good as you know it could be.
Find someone who knows it could be that good too and get to work building that dream.
Many hands make light work,
It’s said.
Said true,
I said.
But some dreams are tango dreams for two.
Two who share the same eyes-closed dance,
Who float on ethereal airs with a ghost to share the floor.
Care to dance?
May you find the ghost in your dreams, take care, and make a wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
With Your Dream
2025.03.07
Friday March 7, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Made it.
Happy tomorrow. O/
On with today.
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If you’ve read much of this journal you know they’re a predominate theme.
Writing from the point of view of a ghost helps keep in mind that what is in your mind as you read is the hidden spirit in these words.
All reading is an act of resurrection.
Dead scrawls breathe new life through the dream you make of them.
I do my best to paint the clearest picture of my own dream as I write in hopes you receive it with the same emotions I feel, and images I see, as I set it down in symbols in need of your focus to make them live again.
Every act of writing does this. Your text message to your friend is a bunch of binary lights until your friend puts their dream of you into them.
O/ <– This is more than me waving to you.
As you read the circle and the slash it becomes your dream of me waving to you.
These are not deep thoughts; they’re forgotten ones.
And in dire need of remembrance.
Your own ghost is what AI lacks and can never reproduce.
Send an email created by a single click of a mouse on a button used to instruct AI to compose it and send it off, and all you send are words filled with the dream of you clicking a button for the sake of convenience.
If the email is for business, imagine how much better received it is when made with your dream of the intended reader in each word.
Think how much more powerful a handwritten note from a colleague is than a quick AI click of a button back response.
Your intent, your dream, that the recipient of that message is important enough to take the extra time to handwrite and deliver it to them goes into their dream of you as they read it.
Leaving your good friend a paper note under their windshield wiper for them to find that reads, “Good morning,” means so much more than a quick auto-response text message saying the same thing.
The Ghost of You is in every letter.
It’s crucial during these AI times we remember that our dream of every occurrence goes into everything we do.
Thank you again for reading, for breathing life back into my words.
Take care, share a dream or two, and make a wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Take a Pic of That Rainbow, Please
2025.03.06
Thursday March 6, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Thanks for coming. O/
Good to be read.
Especially by you, reader extraordinaire.
Hope your day is as good as you are.
On with our show...
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Another talk about the weather morning?
Sure.
Sunrise is always the best thing going on when it’s going on.
But there are dreams of the sunrise perhaps even greater.
Dreams and sunshine, puppy dogs, and where’s that rainbow?
Out someone's window somewhere in The World.
Let’s hope they get a picture to post.
Slow, slow, words again; my body wants Spring.
Short, short entry this morning.
Prose to be done.
Take care of yourself and make a wonderful day. (If it’s you, take a pic of the rainbow please.)
+he Ghos+
Growing Dreams
2025.03.04
Tuesday March 4, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Dreams so real wonder what reality is for…
To touch dreams; to share them.
O/ Good Ghos+ly morning to you.
Here’s your top of the day ray of sunshine.
Good sleep, great sleep; you were there in the dream.
“You’re growing dreams,”
You said.
I woke up.
That’s an artist at work: Growing dreams.
Do you have vivid return characters in your dreams?
Maybe someone from your past you barely knew?
Someone you know really well?
Someone you haven’t met?
Yet.
You’re a yet in my dreams.
Hope you’re well.
My dreams are growing, you said it yourself, so I’ll see you soon.
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Sun’s just come up over Sleepytown, USA.
Abe’s working on his Dragon squeaky toy.
Five squeakers in one!
Dragon-sized fun.
There’s a lot to tell you regarding Dragons.
This year I’ll let you in to share with you the reality of them.
Even if flights of fantasy aren’t your thing, Dragons are.
A thing is only fantasy if it lacks practicality, and there is nothing more practical than a Dragon.
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“What else do you do with your day, Ghos+?”
-Inquisitive Reader
It’s like you said while I slept: I grow dreams.
With Spring around the corner, they’re just about ready to share.
Take care, check your dreams and sky for Dragons, and make a wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
A New Light
2025.03.01
Saturday March 1, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Happy new tag day! O/
How’s your world?
Stars aligned with the planets?
Astrology in order?
Love inside every boarder inside every border?
Keep it going, keep stuff growing, Spring’s just over the bend.
Hope your day goes well.
On with the show.
Strong, clear, persistent, insistent dreams last night. Question mark morning pictures and people in them.
“I wonder what that dream is telling me?”
-Deep introspective reader.
One of those clear person, places, and things dreams. An eyes closed place for strong noun images of mixed up memories.
Days that were, that might be.
Where are you now? In your life, this Life, where are you now?
The sky looking down knows.
Send a shout out up and find out what’s up.
Despite spaceships in space, robots scrubbing the ocean floor, prayers still work.
What’s up with that?
A certain sad Saturday today; been awhile.
It’s not depression; it’s a dream refusing to die.
Exasperated, exhausted, clawing, climbing, gathering all the light it can to make itself real.
A change of space and pace to where new light grows is where to go to see it come true.
Where are you now? Why so dark?
Send a message to the sky to light up the day so you can catch that one ray to set everything right.
Take care, send a prayer, light up your life to see your dream right, and make a better day.
+he Ghos+
A Tapestry
2025.02.26
Wednesday February 26, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Welcome back to:
+he Ghos+’s House of Words.
O/
Hope all is well,
Time for a spell.
Ghosts and magic,
Ghosts are magic;
Spirit Stuff.
Just like you.
From my ghost to yours,
On with our show...
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Slow words again; something in the air.
Hopefully, a new story.
New story days are the best kind of days.
There’s joy and expectation of joy in a new story day.
Maybe it’s a book, or a movie, or a new person come, or an old person gone; the end of a story always starts another.
Remember?
We’re living breathing stories.
So a new story day means: A new you!
We constantly remake ourselves by how we read ourselves.
The Book of You.
Dreams with words to match
And make sense of,
To make new dreams…
Paused for breakfast,
Happens sometimes.
A reset of rhythm.
A new key.
A new tempo.
Here we go.
On with the show...
(Again).
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Make your cup of coffee,
Pour your tea,
Add a new dream or two,
Make one for me.
Remember today is a tapestry of all the dreams you choose to use from all your yesterdays.
Remember to choose each dream on purpose with your hope of a good life as your purpose, take care, and make a better day.
+he Ghos+
Eat Me
2025.02.17
February 17, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
It’s time for your daily dose of +he Ghos+.
Right on time, too.
For what?
To see you of course. O/
Hope you’re well.
On with the show.
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Sometimes the page is just a blank spot for scratch marks.
Scratch away!
You’re interesting. You’re unique. Make some words.
Something interesting and unique has to show up sooner or later.
Hope something sooner finds you today.
There’s a lot of talk on the power of dreams on the site.
It’s the best topic for a ghost to speak on.
We’re experts through experience.
A word is a shared dream. Nothing more, nothing less. You’re a part of my dream right now. O/ Make yourself at home.
There’s food in the fridge. The coffee pot is on. Cups are in the cupboard above the stove.
Plenty of food, actually. As I’m a ghost, I only require readers to survive.
Which is an awkward thing to admit, as it confesses the fact that at the moment I’m eating you.
But, as you’re digesting me, the favor is returned.
So, we’re okay with the weird.
And well fed.
Perhaps a better prompt would be: Good morning that wonderful way… to eat me.
Though telling someone, ‘Eat me,’ is rarely a kind thing to do.
And as we strive for kindness here, we’ll keep the prompt as is.
Departing the awkward train. Returning to our regularly scheduled deep thoughts.
However disguised in awkward humor they are the above comments are deep thoughts. Whatever it takes to make a ghostly point clear. That’s the way.
The weather… always a good topic changer.
Sunrise comes earlier; still a few hours away.
Despite the foot of snow and rain yesterday, songbirds are back doing preshow vocal warm-ups right now.
Singing a Do-Re-Mi, drinking a tequila-less hot tea with extra honey and a worm.
Take care, eat a ghost, and make a better day.
+he Ghos+
Experience
2025.02.16
Sunday February 16, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Snow before sunrise, at it again.
Hope all is well with you.
Peace and quiet is my diet.
How about you?
On with the show.
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The world is fast and slow, loud and soft.
Shadows and light are one event and rule the sphere.
Color is the shine and the shade in a perpetual dance called Life.
How the light expresses the shapes we define with our words makes our chance for experience.
Every chair, house, and airplane; all things are built from our expressions of all things.
The dreams we have stored in every board of wood and microchip say what we can do with them.
We must add new dreams to a thing for a chance for it to grow.
Our shared story of each word says what is possible for the tangible experience of what the word represents.
To add a new dream to a common experience is necessary to grow the experience of what Life can mean.
A new vision of the meaning and measure of each word enriches our lives.
Without the enrichment of new dreams, Life becomes a wrote exercise and stagnates. We're left in a depression called sameness; we fester, we spoil, we stink.
Art feeds new dreams to the experience of Life. Without which we surround ourselves in similar story walls of understanding. Until so many days pass, we find ourselves buried in that stack-house called sameness.
The new light a new dream of an Artist sheds on an experience gives us the chance to evolve.
Deep end of the thought pool this morning…
Hope your dreams lift you up, serve you right.
Take care, hug an artist, be an artist; make us all the chance for a better day.