At the brink. When you reach that point it can be a task to work your way back. I wear rubber bands around my wrists to test whether I am dreaming or not. Unfortunately my unconscious mind has become aware of this fact. You feel the sting in a dream too. If nothing else this test serves as a recognition that differentiation needs to be made. The brain is a complex computer. Just like the computer I use to type this now the product is all dependent on what is pressed. Stimuli. You never really know what the hell you are going to get out of it.
I had a dream that I was in Los Angeles and I had tickets to The Price Is Right. I was in a serious rush to get there before the show started but I couldn't get there because I couldn't find my shoes.......really. Apparently I have become equally intoxicated in dreams as in reality. The most insane part of it is that this absurd behavior is not so far fetched. I have done stranger things.
I don't need to go to sleep to escape reality. I just have to keep convincing myself that I have a night life. But by the time the night is over, and by brain has become a very malleable gelatinous mass, I realize once again that maybe sleep is the only thing that can keep me in check. Grinding animal bones.
11.06.2007
mal·le·a·ble 1. capable of being extended or shaped by hammering or by pressure from rollers. 2.adaptable or tractable: the malleable mind of a child
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