04-10-2014, 12:00 AM
4/8-9/14 Raped, Love, 2 sides, 4 legs.
Lots of dreaming, lots of compressed dreaming, then long wave dreaming between REM cycles. Recall will be more notes then a "telling". Attention was on dynamics, not, specifics, but i still took notes the same...but not how my memory despite that is placing its attention.
1. Fall into sleep, without loosing lucidity. Just kinda submerge, I was hot, its in the 80s or so here, and i still have 3 comforters on my bed. Sheets are cool, when go to bed, but befor ei get warm, the joints...inside knees, around arms, start to feel a bit damp. But otherwise bed is still cool. Mixed sensations, subtle, in them drift into sleep. This i also after seeing and perception before sleep, i babbled about that a bit in another thread in that context. So, i know, now i ive crossed into...first awareness but not asleep or awake, then surface of dreams. Just inside the bubble. How it shimmers! the heat bubbles in my joints, were i begin to sweat slightly, reminds me of the surface. I compare the sensation and feeling. Can almost, but not quite, be felt similar. Now, i feel i am dying. Dying, like wen have collapsed before. Why? shimer of sweat. Fuzzy awareness, like vertigo. Heart, Real heart, beats so fast and erratic, as if it might explode. Why the fear, or pain or... Ecig juice in mouth, too much, can trigger this, mild nicotine poisioning. Was not it. Feel ripped. wear?. RAPED. I was Raped? energy maybe? I am BEING raped? but i dont feel it, yet, there is something. Its the fear? Why death? I in this state ask. death. Why? wrong question. Its not death doing it, death is near, like a lover, i touch it. Close, but not. IN. Hadn't Death always slept, on my left? Hadnt death slept within, and without. Calm. this calms me. My heart, slows. Sweat. Bursts like rain, a big soak, all around and then cool, gone, heart, normal. Feels...nice, comforting, the beat, of my heart. Death has a heartbeat too, to be close as a lover is to feel it...but no, its the pause between the beats, an anti beat. this to is of comfort. Now, death on top of me, merge, dissolves...and i don't have a heartbeat, no space...beat, anti beat...its like a buzz, in my chest. One might think that was unerving, or hurt, but it was the most sublime, full, content...like a purr. Not a beat.
Children behave
That's what they say when we're together
And watch how you play
They don't understand
And so we're
Chorus:
Running just as fast as we can
Holdin' on to one another's hand
Tryin' to get away into the night
And then you put your arms around me
And we tumble to the ground
And then you say
I think we're alone now
There doesn't seem to be anyone around
I think we're alone now
The beating of our hearts is the only sound
Look at the way
We gotta hide what we're doin'
'cause what would they say
If they ever knew
And so we're
2. After this, 3 days of dreaming. It could be, at times, i would keep all. I did resolve to take notes, here and there, to keep track. And i read them back to myself so they were stable. But i did an odd thing, the more i recalled, the more i removed, untill, at the end of these days, i had just three short bullet points left. And my memory, shifted to hold that simple form, so i ended up with less, but felt more...in the chest. and it was, a wonderfull experience. But so spartan. I wrote, what i had, in dreams, what i ended with there, when i woke myself, i placed here. "Town. Move around ...aneroid." Was due to day one. (I erased day one in dream and noted this when woke). A man, is upset. I charged too much for a horse, and, i was the man who was upset. Horse had no skin. One was angry. Yet, this created an even FASTER horse. After this, this last writing (in dreams) i was finished with this. I reviewed the experiences before, as, and after sleep, carefully. Read all i had written up to now. I gauged my confidence in continuing to dream, or shall i wake to take notes? I decided to keep going, i was being carefull with how much i tried to hold.
3. I am at a dream screen, no actual computer. It is not plugged in. I touch it, it is hot enough to burn my hand. I have unplugged from others (power lines) and yet, it is hot, burning, almost but not quite overloaded. thi same thing happened, last week, and then 3 weeks ago, in dreams i never wrote. A cell phone, burning to touch. A power plug, burning. In all cases, a short, and i unplugged more and more. And yet i have not, there was no nead for an actual connection it seems. Untill compressed power discharges. I...remember people, from the past, college. The rape, and death, and lots of things from life, swirl around in energy. And so, a communication opens. With people i love. Loved. One girl, lyn. One friend, hacker guy, mike. He sorta loved her too, and vice versa. Unsure? like that. Friends. we would all go to movies together, for a year or so and such. But it was love. Not lovers. Although, there wa some of that between guy and girl, on some level. Just...love. Forgotten, or, goes wrong, sad, short circuits sorta, fades, changes. But here they were, again. I asked her hello. We ended not speaking. I was much worse, then, at 20, too intense, burn out, get unstable, you know. And thats just me, others are as bad too, we all are. I want to eat. I call her, as she is and was, and then him too. We are going to meet for a film. But frst, i would like to go for sushi like we used too. Somethings wrong though, she gets near me, the heat, surges, again. And then its sorta forgotten, and thsoe two talk and walk slowly over. So forget lunch. and then shes here, sorta. My family but NOTmy family. She comes. And we notice. The non mother mother points. A picture of her smiling, has been forgotten ont he wall, for these decades. And i know something. You see, Love never dies. Is never forgotten, it just...well, sorta gets...buried, inactive. But its there. It slike death i see. Like death doesn't suddenly come and go, its all around. Love is like death. Its odd. Beat counterbeat. Harder now to hold, but i tried, its why i saved so much room on my in dream notepad. A shift, parallel to this dream as its still there. Like the heartbeat/anti beat. another girl, the same girl, but not. Same dream but different. she comes. And. she kills my sister. And then she kills my brother/that guy. She doesnt care...I dont care? Well, not on this side. I also did not "Care" earlier i was dying, it was in that way i did not care. Smooth, pure. The two things were overlapped into one. Like the sun, earth and mars. or gold, blue and red before sleep. Sun was power. Earth was blue, life. Red was death, or heat. all merged. And it was "smooth". like the purr in the chest. Was flipside of love, but was also, the merging of life and death and blue and red and gold. And once again, my cord, burned hot, with energy. And i willed to wake. And i wrote my notes. And checked my alarm...5 minutes to go. Hear people getting ready for school, so i am safe to sleep, and go directly back to sleep to do so. All this took...one hour 45 minutes.
We starve, look at one another, short of breath
Walking proudly in our winter coats
Wearing smells from laboratories
Facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy
Listening for the new told lies
With supreme visions of lonely tunes
Somewhere, inside something there is a rush of
Greatness, who knows what stands in front of
Our lives, I fashion my future on films in space
Silence tells me secretly
Everything
Everything
Manchester, England, England
Manchester, England, England
Across the Atlantic Sea
And I'm a genius, genius
I believe in God
And I believe that God believes in Claude
That's me, that's me, that's me
We starve, look at one another, short of breath
Walking proudly in our winter coats
Wearing smells from laboratories
Facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy
Listening for the new told lies
With supreme visions of lonely tunes
Singing our space songs on a spider web sitar
Life is around you and in you
Answer for Timothy Leary, dearie
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
4. Back to sleep. A funny thing, i quickly get to the end point, of what i feel i need to recall, as soon as i sleep. I keep delaying waking, the more i delay, the more thin it becomes, but not less relevant, it was like hitting an internal snooze, surfacing and unsurfacing into dreaming to the in between state, but not to wake, to constantly look at the thing i was holding, to see if it still had its form in recall. there was some trade off. It got more spongy, but also, more good, the longer i waited, and this was a choice. Sometimes id go into side dreams, so there would be a bit more. then an old piece would melt away into the awareness water, and i would have left. Like a starfish/sponge. energy. I enjoyed the rising and falling, was like swimming. And so, after many times, i was swimming, with a thing, my notes, in my mouth, in a deep and endless sea. And i was happy. Was no reason to wake quickly. When i did, this is what was left, of the first thing. And a few bits, two mirror dreams, closer to my final waking.
Walking back and forth. On my legs, not in a car, or flying. Two feet, solid ground. To "school" and back. Walk was like the walk from my home in highschool to and from. about three miles. I enjoyed it, but my legs did get tired, in dream. somedays, my mother would forget to give me money for lunch, and i would find algea or moss, and back that in a cube, on those days. full of small white moss flowers. and some pink. Bu tit was alright...but i prefered meat. Part of me was doing this, like a rythm. Part of me was observing, and part of me, was sitting in conferance with others. all concurrent, but not mashed into the same level of dreaming. I see two women. Oftent hey have bare legs, like shorts maybe i dont know, i seldom look up, i see their legs and face. One was red hair, one aurborn. I stop my writing, speaking, and walking, to feel this. they were intertwining their legs somehow. I was smooth, energy, sensual, i cant say it was sexual although in a way i guess anything sensual is. It just felt nice, and i felt it, the same. 2, then 4, then me but not me. Felt. the one with red hair, felt me pause. She said...like i would mind, that it was just for feeling energy, not to, exclude or...wasnt clear. Now. I said of cource, thank you, i makes me feel better, and her and you. And i cant, now, as i need to work on "this". It is good. And then i felt it, like a feeling in legs, and arms, and seeing, as i "worked". The feeling...how to describe. Like fresh pressed clean sheets, on a cold day with warm blankets. Like in nice hotels, you just want to sweep your legs around and feel it. Something like that, smooth, but way deeper, with satisfying, friction. Nice. Was a second wind, in a way. I was happy i unplugged all thsoe other wires, and just left these two, for now, becasue i still felt them, but there were no hot surges and energy was being used, like this. feeling. This is the body (the dreams i wrote) of what i held in my mouth, as i swam armless, in that "Sea". Two side things grew from the mass. they were at the SAME time. I called them, in dreaming. "game" and "school". Concurrent, like mirrors reflecting into each other and the rays forming different images but same rays.
[Ariel]
Follow me into the light
Leave me tonight
I've gone too far to begin all anew
With someone like you
[Marguerite]
Like ice on a lake of tears
I'll take you through
Life fades in anew
With someone like you
School: Lesson is about "dual". dual beings, doubled? Partners. Dance. And the dueling like fighting, sword fights, fists, arguing. A trailer. A trailer classroom (portable). My education was a review in dreams. What i was current in, and now saw, is where i was going back and forth too, in the mass of dream energy in my mouth as a swam. It was my fathers school, where he worked. A campus, like a garden, was more like some temp classes at college then his school, but it was his. Boxes of stuff. When he died, left a hole. I came tot he campus, and sat in that space, to keep it open. But did not interact with the other teachers. I wanted to smoke just my ecig, but rules are strict. I could do what i wanted. But i respected THEIR perception of rules, as that too is another rule... to do as one needs, not what suites ones sense of showing off. Doing the job, not flailing about to undue it. It was quiet, then. And i ate the lunches. And sometimes bought one. And my legs glowed. "power of legs, of feet, of walking not skipping that". That was the lesson, in the glowing smooth feeling legs, that i needed not speak or instruct, just feel, in that class, to do that job. At that moment. I am working. I am honoring. And also "honing".
Game: A pond, a large, still pond, in a green field. Snowcapped mountains in distance. 3 together. 3 together in game, the two from before plus me. four legs are six. In dream but part still out of dream. Out of drema is flat, like computer screen. Bound items to my character...in a way, they are "Part of my character". It metaphoric and literal. These all become "Unbound". I can share, and trade. Lots of blue items, blue, like water. and life globe. We share the unbound items, as appropriate to out individual characters.
Reflection of two dreams onto eyes is/was a third collapse/picture.
Morph of the two: On the two levels merged. One woman was killed. Her death WAS the part earlier, were in one side the girl killed my sister. Here was not sister. Was 2 of six legs. Dead. Remove snow, a snow tomb, place her in it. then we forgot. But nothing dies, so there was nothing to remember. "love never dies". "death never dies". It is all one, so we forget. But with two split images, and a third, now we can remember. that this had been so. I open the snow tomb, and look. Its not really her, its another figure. Cold and frozen, dead. But not dead, i know, because life never dies, death never lives. Two beats, the pulse and the contraction. All now. So its ok. But now i have seperated to see. So, no concern, or loss, but also, no death. Reverse the vision, and we are alive, and all looking. And sharing "unbound blues". But attention back on this third dream thing. I rounded the dream, and the tomb, and the nothing, the mass of energy in my mouth, touching once changed them all. Now i knew why it kept changing...i kept sculpting and changing it! It felt like spongy snow, i sculpted it, like a snowman. A tower, a stone tower, and a platform. We sculpt. And we live, and we die. And we work. A moment seeing dead and not dead same person. I cry, i cry out now, the dead is real. I laugh, i laugh out and feel joy on the mirror. Alive. Alive is real! i pull the two together, no not I, we, 2 legs, 4 legs, six legs. double undouble. Into one. Not alive, not dead. NOW. is all NOW. double double. Double trouble! lol. We laugh. And it is good, and i swim, and i know why the thing was changing, and i wake. Finally, to write. And get up for the day.
If I told you what it takes
to reach the highest high,
You'd laugh and say 'nothing's that simple'
But you've been told many times before
Messiahs pointed to the door
And no one had the guts to leave the temple!
Lots of dreaming, lots of compressed dreaming, then long wave dreaming between REM cycles. Recall will be more notes then a "telling". Attention was on dynamics, not, specifics, but i still took notes the same...but not how my memory despite that is placing its attention.
1. Fall into sleep, without loosing lucidity. Just kinda submerge, I was hot, its in the 80s or so here, and i still have 3 comforters on my bed. Sheets are cool, when go to bed, but befor ei get warm, the joints...inside knees, around arms, start to feel a bit damp. But otherwise bed is still cool. Mixed sensations, subtle, in them drift into sleep. This i also after seeing and perception before sleep, i babbled about that a bit in another thread in that context. So, i know, now i ive crossed into...first awareness but not asleep or awake, then surface of dreams. Just inside the bubble. How it shimmers! the heat bubbles in my joints, were i begin to sweat slightly, reminds me of the surface. I compare the sensation and feeling. Can almost, but not quite, be felt similar. Now, i feel i am dying. Dying, like wen have collapsed before. Why? shimer of sweat. Fuzzy awareness, like vertigo. Heart, Real heart, beats so fast and erratic, as if it might explode. Why the fear, or pain or... Ecig juice in mouth, too much, can trigger this, mild nicotine poisioning. Was not it. Feel ripped. wear?. RAPED. I was Raped? energy maybe? I am BEING raped? but i dont feel it, yet, there is something. Its the fear? Why death? I in this state ask. death. Why? wrong question. Its not death doing it, death is near, like a lover, i touch it. Close, but not. IN. Hadn't Death always slept, on my left? Hadnt death slept within, and without. Calm. this calms me. My heart, slows. Sweat. Bursts like rain, a big soak, all around and then cool, gone, heart, normal. Feels...nice, comforting, the beat, of my heart. Death has a heartbeat too, to be close as a lover is to feel it...but no, its the pause between the beats, an anti beat. this to is of comfort. Now, death on top of me, merge, dissolves...and i don't have a heartbeat, no space...beat, anti beat...its like a buzz, in my chest. One might think that was unerving, or hurt, but it was the most sublime, full, content...like a purr. Not a beat.
Children behave
That's what they say when we're together
And watch how you play
They don't understand
And so we're
Chorus:
Running just as fast as we can
Holdin' on to one another's hand
Tryin' to get away into the night
And then you put your arms around me
And we tumble to the ground
And then you say
I think we're alone now
There doesn't seem to be anyone around
I think we're alone now
The beating of our hearts is the only sound
Look at the way
We gotta hide what we're doin'
'cause what would they say
If they ever knew
And so we're
2. After this, 3 days of dreaming. It could be, at times, i would keep all. I did resolve to take notes, here and there, to keep track. And i read them back to myself so they were stable. But i did an odd thing, the more i recalled, the more i removed, untill, at the end of these days, i had just three short bullet points left. And my memory, shifted to hold that simple form, so i ended up with less, but felt more...in the chest. and it was, a wonderfull experience. But so spartan. I wrote, what i had, in dreams, what i ended with there, when i woke myself, i placed here. "Town. Move around ...aneroid." Was due to day one. (I erased day one in dream and noted this when woke). A man, is upset. I charged too much for a horse, and, i was the man who was upset. Horse had no skin. One was angry. Yet, this created an even FASTER horse. After this, this last writing (in dreams) i was finished with this. I reviewed the experiences before, as, and after sleep, carefully. Read all i had written up to now. I gauged my confidence in continuing to dream, or shall i wake to take notes? I decided to keep going, i was being carefull with how much i tried to hold.
3. I am at a dream screen, no actual computer. It is not plugged in. I touch it, it is hot enough to burn my hand. I have unplugged from others (power lines) and yet, it is hot, burning, almost but not quite overloaded. thi same thing happened, last week, and then 3 weeks ago, in dreams i never wrote. A cell phone, burning to touch. A power plug, burning. In all cases, a short, and i unplugged more and more. And yet i have not, there was no nead for an actual connection it seems. Untill compressed power discharges. I...remember people, from the past, college. The rape, and death, and lots of things from life, swirl around in energy. And so, a communication opens. With people i love. Loved. One girl, lyn. One friend, hacker guy, mike. He sorta loved her too, and vice versa. Unsure? like that. Friends. we would all go to movies together, for a year or so and such. But it was love. Not lovers. Although, there wa some of that between guy and girl, on some level. Just...love. Forgotten, or, goes wrong, sad, short circuits sorta, fades, changes. But here they were, again. I asked her hello. We ended not speaking. I was much worse, then, at 20, too intense, burn out, get unstable, you know. And thats just me, others are as bad too, we all are. I want to eat. I call her, as she is and was, and then him too. We are going to meet for a film. But frst, i would like to go for sushi like we used too. Somethings wrong though, she gets near me, the heat, surges, again. And then its sorta forgotten, and thsoe two talk and walk slowly over. So forget lunch. and then shes here, sorta. My family but NOTmy family. She comes. And we notice. The non mother mother points. A picture of her smiling, has been forgotten ont he wall, for these decades. And i know something. You see, Love never dies. Is never forgotten, it just...well, sorta gets...buried, inactive. But its there. It slike death i see. Like death doesn't suddenly come and go, its all around. Love is like death. Its odd. Beat counterbeat. Harder now to hold, but i tried, its why i saved so much room on my in dream notepad. A shift, parallel to this dream as its still there. Like the heartbeat/anti beat. another girl, the same girl, but not. Same dream but different. she comes. And. she kills my sister. And then she kills my brother/that guy. She doesnt care...I dont care? Well, not on this side. I also did not "Care" earlier i was dying, it was in that way i did not care. Smooth, pure. The two things were overlapped into one. Like the sun, earth and mars. or gold, blue and red before sleep. Sun was power. Earth was blue, life. Red was death, or heat. all merged. And it was "smooth". like the purr in the chest. Was flipside of love, but was also, the merging of life and death and blue and red and gold. And once again, my cord, burned hot, with energy. And i willed to wake. And i wrote my notes. And checked my alarm...5 minutes to go. Hear people getting ready for school, so i am safe to sleep, and go directly back to sleep to do so. All this took...one hour 45 minutes.
We starve, look at one another, short of breath
Walking proudly in our winter coats
Wearing smells from laboratories
Facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy
Listening for the new told lies
With supreme visions of lonely tunes
Somewhere, inside something there is a rush of
Greatness, who knows what stands in front of
Our lives, I fashion my future on films in space
Silence tells me secretly
Everything
Everything
Manchester, England, England
Manchester, England, England
Across the Atlantic Sea
And I'm a genius, genius
I believe in God
And I believe that God believes in Claude
That's me, that's me, that's me
We starve, look at one another, short of breath
Walking proudly in our winter coats
Wearing smells from laboratories
Facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy
Listening for the new told lies
With supreme visions of lonely tunes
Singing our space songs on a spider web sitar
Life is around you and in you
Answer for Timothy Leary, dearie
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
4. Back to sleep. A funny thing, i quickly get to the end point, of what i feel i need to recall, as soon as i sleep. I keep delaying waking, the more i delay, the more thin it becomes, but not less relevant, it was like hitting an internal snooze, surfacing and unsurfacing into dreaming to the in between state, but not to wake, to constantly look at the thing i was holding, to see if it still had its form in recall. there was some trade off. It got more spongy, but also, more good, the longer i waited, and this was a choice. Sometimes id go into side dreams, so there would be a bit more. then an old piece would melt away into the awareness water, and i would have left. Like a starfish/sponge. energy. I enjoyed the rising and falling, was like swimming. And so, after many times, i was swimming, with a thing, my notes, in my mouth, in a deep and endless sea. And i was happy. Was no reason to wake quickly. When i did, this is what was left, of the first thing. And a few bits, two mirror dreams, closer to my final waking.
Walking back and forth. On my legs, not in a car, or flying. Two feet, solid ground. To "school" and back. Walk was like the walk from my home in highschool to and from. about three miles. I enjoyed it, but my legs did get tired, in dream. somedays, my mother would forget to give me money for lunch, and i would find algea or moss, and back that in a cube, on those days. full of small white moss flowers. and some pink. Bu tit was alright...but i prefered meat. Part of me was doing this, like a rythm. Part of me was observing, and part of me, was sitting in conferance with others. all concurrent, but not mashed into the same level of dreaming. I see two women. Oftent hey have bare legs, like shorts maybe i dont know, i seldom look up, i see their legs and face. One was red hair, one aurborn. I stop my writing, speaking, and walking, to feel this. they were intertwining their legs somehow. I was smooth, energy, sensual, i cant say it was sexual although in a way i guess anything sensual is. It just felt nice, and i felt it, the same. 2, then 4, then me but not me. Felt. the one with red hair, felt me pause. She said...like i would mind, that it was just for feeling energy, not to, exclude or...wasnt clear. Now. I said of cource, thank you, i makes me feel better, and her and you. And i cant, now, as i need to work on "this". It is good. And then i felt it, like a feeling in legs, and arms, and seeing, as i "worked". The feeling...how to describe. Like fresh pressed clean sheets, on a cold day with warm blankets. Like in nice hotels, you just want to sweep your legs around and feel it. Something like that, smooth, but way deeper, with satisfying, friction. Nice. Was a second wind, in a way. I was happy i unplugged all thsoe other wires, and just left these two, for now, becasue i still felt them, but there were no hot surges and energy was being used, like this. feeling. This is the body (the dreams i wrote) of what i held in my mouth, as i swam armless, in that "Sea". Two side things grew from the mass. they were at the SAME time. I called them, in dreaming. "game" and "school". Concurrent, like mirrors reflecting into each other and the rays forming different images but same rays.
[Ariel]
Follow me into the light
Leave me tonight
I've gone too far to begin all anew
With someone like you
[Marguerite]
Like ice on a lake of tears
I'll take you through
Life fades in anew
With someone like you
School: Lesson is about "dual". dual beings, doubled? Partners. Dance. And the dueling like fighting, sword fights, fists, arguing. A trailer. A trailer classroom (portable). My education was a review in dreams. What i was current in, and now saw, is where i was going back and forth too, in the mass of dream energy in my mouth as a swam. It was my fathers school, where he worked. A campus, like a garden, was more like some temp classes at college then his school, but it was his. Boxes of stuff. When he died, left a hole. I came tot he campus, and sat in that space, to keep it open. But did not interact with the other teachers. I wanted to smoke just my ecig, but rules are strict. I could do what i wanted. But i respected THEIR perception of rules, as that too is another rule... to do as one needs, not what suites ones sense of showing off. Doing the job, not flailing about to undue it. It was quiet, then. And i ate the lunches. And sometimes bought one. And my legs glowed. "power of legs, of feet, of walking not skipping that". That was the lesson, in the glowing smooth feeling legs, that i needed not speak or instruct, just feel, in that class, to do that job. At that moment. I am working. I am honoring. And also "honing".
Game: A pond, a large, still pond, in a green field. Snowcapped mountains in distance. 3 together. 3 together in game, the two from before plus me. four legs are six. In dream but part still out of dream. Out of drema is flat, like computer screen. Bound items to my character...in a way, they are "Part of my character". It metaphoric and literal. These all become "Unbound". I can share, and trade. Lots of blue items, blue, like water. and life globe. We share the unbound items, as appropriate to out individual characters.
Reflection of two dreams onto eyes is/was a third collapse/picture.
Morph of the two: On the two levels merged. One woman was killed. Her death WAS the part earlier, were in one side the girl killed my sister. Here was not sister. Was 2 of six legs. Dead. Remove snow, a snow tomb, place her in it. then we forgot. But nothing dies, so there was nothing to remember. "love never dies". "death never dies". It is all one, so we forget. But with two split images, and a third, now we can remember. that this had been so. I open the snow tomb, and look. Its not really her, its another figure. Cold and frozen, dead. But not dead, i know, because life never dies, death never lives. Two beats, the pulse and the contraction. All now. So its ok. But now i have seperated to see. So, no concern, or loss, but also, no death. Reverse the vision, and we are alive, and all looking. And sharing "unbound blues". But attention back on this third dream thing. I rounded the dream, and the tomb, and the nothing, the mass of energy in my mouth, touching once changed them all. Now i knew why it kept changing...i kept sculpting and changing it! It felt like spongy snow, i sculpted it, like a snowman. A tower, a stone tower, and a platform. We sculpt. And we live, and we die. And we work. A moment seeing dead and not dead same person. I cry, i cry out now, the dead is real. I laugh, i laugh out and feel joy on the mirror. Alive. Alive is real! i pull the two together, no not I, we, 2 legs, 4 legs, six legs. double undouble. Into one. Not alive, not dead. NOW. is all NOW. double double. Double trouble! lol. We laugh. And it is good, and i swim, and i know why the thing was changing, and i wake. Finally, to write. And get up for the day.
If I told you what it takes
to reach the highest high,
You'd laugh and say 'nothing's that simple'
But you've been told many times before
Messiahs pointed to the door
And no one had the guts to leave the temple!