9/19/05
Snakes. Payments due. Too many people. Something about food.
Words from the waking world: It's been rather quiet here because dreams have been unremembered. I know that I have been dreaming because I hear their faded echoes throughout the day.
For me, remembering dreams seems to work best when I can gather all of the filaments of the dream together while I am still submerged in the dream and pull them up with me as I float towards wakefulness.
Invariably, some of these threads slip through my grasp and slip back into the murky depths of dreamland; most, however, make it to the surface with me where I can untangle them and brush out the knots.
Lately, the process of waking is less like floating and more like falling. One second I am warm and weightless, suspended over the mirror image of the peaceful sky, the next second I am crashing through icy shards of that once still surface. The mirror is shattered and I am struggling to rise up from the depths and reach the surface where I can take my first waking breath.
In the space of that one breath, the world is altered and the vision of how it was is lost forever.
Words from the waking world: It's been rather quiet here because dreams have been unremembered. I know that I have been dreaming because I hear their faded echoes throughout the day.
For me, remembering dreams seems to work best when I can gather all of the filaments of the dream together while I am still submerged in the dream and pull them up with me as I float towards wakefulness.
Invariably, some of these threads slip through my grasp and slip back into the murky depths of dreamland; most, however, make it to the surface with me where I can untangle them and brush out the knots.
Lately, the process of waking is less like floating and more like falling. One second I am warm and weightless, suspended over the mirror image of the peaceful sky, the next second I am crashing through icy shards of that once still surface. The mirror is shattered and I am struggling to rise up from the depths and reach the surface where I can take my first waking breath.
In the space of that one breath, the world is altered and the vision of how it was is lost forever.
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