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.
The cold realization that I will be working through the Holiday Season has hit me.
In an attempt to rationalize to myself what is going on I had to create...
Santa Claws!
You better not shout, you better not cry, you better not pout, I'm telling you why...
'Cause Santa Claws is coming to get you!
Finally an evil holiday anti-hero.
We're all counting on you to ruin everything Santa Claws!
The embarrassing improvisational antics that are known as a talent show occurred today at MSCC.
The show was good with several good bands. Everyone was a good showman.
|
|
