I've never thought much about my dreams. It's fun sometimes to just talk about what they are, even if for nothing more than to have something to talk about.
But it dawned on me this morning while trying to remember my dreams something very important.
For probably the last four or five years I have been a lucid dreamer. Meaning I control my dreams.
Since moving to Tullahoma I am no longer lucid dreaming.
So maybe, the loss of control in conscious life leads to a loss of control in unconscious life.
Leading me to this analogy:
Consciousness is a river with tributaries constantly flowing in as we learn more. Sometimes it widens out and slows giving time for contemplation. Sometimes it thins and speeds up, sometimes it stagnates. Sometimes a large stream or river flows in and disrupts what we thought that we understood. An ever-moving, ever-changing landscape of existence.
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