Thursday, September 14, 2006
we are the sons of no one
Last night I had one of the most vivid dreams I've ever had. It's hard to describe its intensity. It jumped around alot.
It dealt with many things. Books, love, death, evil, good, beauty, secrets, horror, obstacles, nature, birth, hate, survival, and so much more.
For some reason, most of the dream centered around me in pursuit of my illegitimate child.
Actually, there were two children I was in pursuit of. My child and the illegitimate child of my friend. Both had the same mother. The strange thing was that the mother was a girl whom I haven't seen in years.
Ofcourse, I don't really have an illegitimate child. But the dream had induced some very strong new feelings in me. In the dream, I was trying to find out the truth about where the children were and if one of them was really mine. There was a large conspiracy within the mother's family that was preventing me from finding the truth. Something was preventing them from sharing it with me. So they kept running, with me in pursuit, trying to hide the baby. Through many different places I followed. Through many different twists in the story I explored.
There were many people in this dream. Some that I know from long ago, some that I don't know personally but wish I do, and some that I made up.
It skipped around alot. Different places. Different situations. All with the same passionate emotion and people.
Then the phone woke me up.
I managed to fall back to sleep and delve deeper into the dream. It had changed. The scenario had changed. Now something evil was in pursuit of me. I can't remember the entire premise behind it. Eventually it led back into the original scenario and right as the dream was about to make another dramatic twist, the phone rang again.
I awoke, this time for good, left with some strong emotion in me. One that I can't describe.
I'm not one to believe in making predictions with dreams, or to believe in hidden meanings within them.
It just struck a chord with me. It was more of a lift of things already inside me, brought into new light.
I'm losing it.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
the world is still spinning
i loved it
if the world stopped, we'd all fall off.
some of us want it.
some of us are afraid of it.
some of us are in denial of wanting it.
maybe the illusion is ourselves.
we aren't who we think we are.
the illusions of our wants.
you want to know the world.
when you make up your mind on what the world is...
then you will know the world.
and the world will want to know you.