CF07 Dream Is Reality

 

“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 our plagueings are ever-ongoing). In this land the vintage Japanese bikes of the early 90s are supremely sought after. I spent much of the dream searching for my lost Panasonic.

 

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.

I have inherited a most privileged piece of property, a set of Scott ski glasses from the 80s or so. Reef Schott gave me them. I wear them most every day. The tint is perfection for day dreamers. They make 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 sage.

The bird brain.

 

In the end

reality defers to dream.

 

Abstraction connects more easily to emotion than reality can.

Enveloped within.

 

“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?”

_Lewis Carrol