tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538119758525687531.post6748741575464298512..comments2024-03-19T16:12:52.149-07:00Comments on my dripping brain: I consider last night a successTim Buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02077264442946829918noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538119758525687531.post-70512992186912136122015-01-29T15:14:06.195-08:002015-01-29T15:14:06.195-08:00For some reason, I just now found your comment -- ...For some reason, I just now found your comment -- over a year later.<br /><br />It's a cool comment. Tim Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02077264442946829918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538119758525687531.post-23498709381690202972014-01-13T20:31:06.016-08:002014-01-13T20:31:06.016-08:00Wow: this is great: disturbingly enriched and wond...Wow: this is great: disturbingly enriched and wonderfully crestfallen. The whole thing is great. Dreaming, I think, is a parallel or, at times, perpendicular universe, - who knows, maybe it's the second or infinite life some say we will have, or it's a past life (even if we appear, look the same, as do all our comrades, acquaintances, etc). I believe dreams are to deconstruct - create a chaos to reassemble, and that this is what refreshes us. Too much dreaming is bad, of course - poor sleep. Too little will lead to hallucinations. We must dream. In dreaming, we are travelers, and yes, the traveler's aim, just as the waking traveler's aim, is survival. Being stranded is a common dream (that's not meant as a personal attack, as in, come on, can't you dream something interesting?!). I have a recurring dream of not being able to pee in private, and in a clean place. I know this goes back to high school horror of the girls' bathroom. But it is also about exposure/lack of privacy/invasion, maybe even paranoia, though no paranoia is felt in the dream, only == actually, another kind of strandedness. A seeking without finding. julianzahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08764645706077689808noreply@blogger.com