Last night I dreamt that I was in a canoe at night with Marc. Meanwhile he dreamt that we were making love in the bathtub. Outside in real life it rained.
I am on my 3rd day of writing about dreams every day for the month of November, a totally self-imposed, made-up challenge, and I’m feeling all the rush of but whyyyyy.
Well, here’s why:
For one, it’s a challenge for me to be vulnerable in public, so putting my unconscious on the internet feels like a step in the right direction.
And it’s a project for me to get inspired, I love the hallucinatory imagery and metaphors in dreams.
And it’s a project to make more of my life conscious, or to integrate my unconscious, sleeping adventures and perspectives into my mundane daily life.
And also this: When I was really little I had this intense feeling that I was 2 people living two lives, one on this side of sleep and one on the other.
I remember feeling fear that I would die on one side, and the other would also be gone.
And I remember feeling this big resigned sadness that I think all kids feel, the strange feeling of growing up and losing the other side.
Kids know this best, because they are inventing their worlds and themselves at a super fast rate every day.
I guess I just want a bit of that energy back. And I want to wake up to a better world.