Dream: by Jupiter's light
I fell asleep for a nap propped up on a pillow. Jupiter peeked in the window at me, rising over a neighbor's tree, then arced up the sky and shone brightly.
I had meandering nightmares about institutional architecture and phone firmware versions and binders full of papers and all the thoughts squirrels have about crows. Then our older son came to wake me up. Jupiter was nowhere to be seen.
One thing that I like about dreams is that sometimes the sense of person will become confused. Like how with verbs there's a "first person singular" or "third person plural." In the same way, during my dreams maybe the dream is a story I experience directly, in the first person. Then there may be a shift, and I drift away from being the subject to observing the subject of the dream. Third person.
Other times, rarely, wonderfully, the sense of person gets weird, wild, non-integral. Flirts with fractional values. Drops to zero. It's times like this that the numinous comes creeping in to whisper in my ear. But usually the cats see it, pounce silently on it, and eat it all up. They do that.
I had meandering nightmares about institutional architecture and phone firmware versions and binders full of papers and all the thoughts squirrels have about crows. Then our older son came to wake me up. Jupiter was nowhere to be seen.
One thing that I like about dreams is that sometimes the sense of person will become confused. Like how with verbs there's a "first person singular" or "third person plural." In the same way, during my dreams maybe the dream is a story I experience directly, in the first person. Then there may be a shift, and I drift away from being the subject to observing the subject of the dream. Third person.
Other times, rarely, wonderfully, the sense of person gets weird, wild, non-integral. Flirts with fractional values. Drops to zero. It's times like this that the numinous comes creeping in to whisper in my ear. But usually the cats see it, pounce silently on it, and eat it all up. They do that.