what is it?
i feel spooked.. i just woke up, from what i think was a dream.
i've been having dreams lately that strenghten at times my belief in parallel universes, and this morning, make me wonder if i'm flipping out.
i took the knots out of my hair. no laughing matter, there. such things are of phenomenal importance to me. maybe it's the guilt of such an act playing through into dreams, but the presence i felt in them were like iya and iyama, now i realise it.. not that i expect that to mean much of anything to anyone reading this.
maybe guilt. but i have to wonder.
they're happening more frequently. visits to the cities. so if these types of dreams are something like travel to parallel universes, then i can now discern three different settings. two cities and something like a gathering.
1. the city on the coast. the west coast, to be more specific, where everyone i 'know' seems to be living. the events that go down there are something anarchistic, more playful in a way, than the other city, though here i've been face to face with crime, and people insane. it's where the debaseless one lives, if he still remembers how to get there.
2. the opposite city. something like a trumped up new york. when i visit there, large scale disaster always seems to loom. whereas in the other city, it seems to have already happened, causing that disconnect from any authority, new new york still lives under it. the interactions i have here are less personal, rather here i am one in the swaying masses that has just been told their doom, while highspeed trains zip by, or the filthy neon lights make their presence known. in this city i have a tendency to get ripped off, miss trains, and be told with millions of others that i'm going to die. but they never wake me up frightened like this next one.
3. i'll call it the gathering, and as far as i can recall last night is the first time i've visited there. i know it belongs in this grouping of places, though, because of how coherent interactions there are. how sanely everything occurs there, as far as dreams go. obviously i can't make any sweeping generalisations about a place i've only visited once (to my knowledge), but i can say the atmosphere there was one of... somewhat heightened living. i got that feeling i feel i ought to get at gatherings, living in functional camps that are shaded by old growth trees, the branches as much a part of the structure as the bookshelves and other signs of human life.. it was odd. it is a place i would like to visit more often, to learn the harsh lessons in my sleep, to face them upon waking, alone in the house.
but we don't know much about the reality of this. as for right now we'll regard it as play, so as not to lose our marbles all at once. and play is a very nice way of carrying out a process reverently while not giving over to the solemnity of things like ritual.
cause gods know, ritual is out.
i've been having dreams lately that strenghten at times my belief in parallel universes, and this morning, make me wonder if i'm flipping out.
i took the knots out of my hair. no laughing matter, there. such things are of phenomenal importance to me. maybe it's the guilt of such an act playing through into dreams, but the presence i felt in them were like iya and iyama, now i realise it.. not that i expect that to mean much of anything to anyone reading this.
maybe guilt. but i have to wonder.
they're happening more frequently. visits to the cities. so if these types of dreams are something like travel to parallel universes, then i can now discern three different settings. two cities and something like a gathering.
1. the city on the coast. the west coast, to be more specific, where everyone i 'know' seems to be living. the events that go down there are something anarchistic, more playful in a way, than the other city, though here i've been face to face with crime, and people insane. it's where the debaseless one lives, if he still remembers how to get there.
2. the opposite city. something like a trumped up new york. when i visit there, large scale disaster always seems to loom. whereas in the other city, it seems to have already happened, causing that disconnect from any authority, new new york still lives under it. the interactions i have here are less personal, rather here i am one in the swaying masses that has just been told their doom, while highspeed trains zip by, or the filthy neon lights make their presence known. in this city i have a tendency to get ripped off, miss trains, and be told with millions of others that i'm going to die. but they never wake me up frightened like this next one.
3. i'll call it the gathering, and as far as i can recall last night is the first time i've visited there. i know it belongs in this grouping of places, though, because of how coherent interactions there are. how sanely everything occurs there, as far as dreams go. obviously i can't make any sweeping generalisations about a place i've only visited once (to my knowledge), but i can say the atmosphere there was one of... somewhat heightened living. i got that feeling i feel i ought to get at gatherings, living in functional camps that are shaded by old growth trees, the branches as much a part of the structure as the bookshelves and other signs of human life.. it was odd. it is a place i would like to visit more often, to learn the harsh lessons in my sleep, to face them upon waking, alone in the house.
but we don't know much about the reality of this. as for right now we'll regard it as play, so as not to lose our marbles all at once. and play is a very nice way of carrying out a process reverently while not giving over to the solemnity of things like ritual.
cause gods know, ritual is out.