01-04-2017, 12:00 AM
Vertical dream with Polaris up above. I remember a dream shooting through the earth's atmosphere into space using a monocle made by circling thumb and forefinger, navigating my flight with the north star kept in view within the circle. To keep my flight plumb, so to speak. It took all my concentration to keep Polaris in view, stationed within the monocle, as my ship began to shudder and careen, spinning and flirting with gimbal lock. Finally, something snapped and I broke through......arriving at my bedside beside my sleeping form.
Everybody goes through hell in one way or another. What's the point of comparing?
Everybody goes through hell in one way or another. What's the point of comparing?

