“You are not who you think you are”
Dream is reality
I get to transcribing my dreams occasionally: In the future global weirding has made underwater travel in Japan a necessity with waves and floodings (within the water a new substance more harmful than water leaks in to make sure we suffer). This land requires a steel horse for the carbon and aluminium have eroded. I spent much of the dream searching for my lost Japanese steel frame.
In my dreams there is usually a female partner-in-misadventure, akin, yet not, to the past. Each time dynamic. We usually hold hands.
Henry writes that our dream’s access our soul. He also asserts that the correct collective noun would be a flock of dreams.
Reef gave me a most privileged piece of property, some old ski glasses. I wear them most every day. The tint is perfection for day dreamers. Winter into summer.
Can lightning echo?
Ladies and gentlemen
The lid is off the pitcher.
You may alter your reality
simply by altering your perception of reality.
Humanity has trapped itself.
We have not listened to nature’s rules.
Ultimate reality cannot be captured in a net made of thought.
“I do not wish to walk on water.”
I just want to ride bikes.
Cycle to cycle the cycle.
Repetition is intent.
The melodious deep owl.
The bird brain.
In the end
reality defers to dream.
Abstraction connects more easily to emotion than reality.
“In wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream -
Lingering in the golden gleam -
Life, what is it but a dream?”