I have a dream
I have a dream, a bit of an odd one, really! I dream, there for I am. I dream a lot, I always have. Pre-Columbians are reputed to have believed that the world is topsyturvy, dreams were real and the waking world was not; I can identify. I thought that my dreams might have settled down a little when I cut out the tar-babies. The dreams have changed but not abated in frequency, intensity or prisma.
I've been dwelling in a dream of a couple of weeks ago; as they do, it seems emblematic. At the bottom of the ocean, the absolute, Mariana Trench deep, I was engrossed looking for pebbles by bio-luminescence in the 'putty' ooze among palid Cambrian 'arthropods'. I felt calm until I looked up into the vastness above and experience an intense 'inverse vertigo' a giddy sense of depth from the bottom, akin to the discomfort the fancifully lurid of of us get swimming above deep water, exposurer.
I've been dwelling in a dream of a couple of weeks ago; as they do, it seems emblematic. At the bottom of the ocean, the absolute, Mariana Trench deep, I was engrossed looking for pebbles by bio-luminescence in the 'putty' ooze among palid Cambrian 'arthropods'. I felt calm until I looked up into the vastness above and experience an intense 'inverse vertigo' a giddy sense of depth from the bottom, akin to the discomfort the fancifully lurid of of us get swimming above deep water, exposurer.