tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538119758525687531.post6761011019601738563..comments2024-03-19T16:12:52.149-07:00Comments on my dripping brain: that night I got lostTim Buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02077264442946829918noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538119758525687531.post-4600835852188670752010-06-21T08:54:19.194-07:002010-06-21T08:54:19.194-07:00I think you're right. But I gave up a long tim...I think you're right. But I gave up a long time ago trying to understand my dreams, really. Now, I just goggle at them, appreciating the time in Circus Hell.Tim Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02077264442946829918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538119758525687531.post-43368162447893497272010-06-21T08:47:51.686-07:002010-06-21T08:47:51.686-07:00I have "geographical" dreams too. Drivin...I have "geographical" dreams too. Driving through the Bronx or Chicago or LA and being lost in this humongous, uncommunicative system. The place seems very important. I once took acid and believed I was wandering on foot in a kind of freeway cloverleaf. I can't describe the feeling except that it was really weird -- and i was a VISITOR -- I did not know the terrain. Could be a metaphor for how we feel about our lives -- uncertain, anxious, up against the mystery.Mike Finley ~ Big Vanillahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09944010073428661081noreply@blogger.com