Dream Journal: Suffer the Evil Overlords
On Sunday morning when I woke up the following phrase kept repeating itself in my head:
We suffer then you decide.
… Make of that what you will.
On Sunday morning when I woke up the following phrase kept repeating itself in my head:
We suffer then you decide.
… Make of that what you will.
Before I went to sleep on Friday, I wrote in my dream journal that I wanted to do something in my dreams that made me feel wild and free.
I got my wish. But not in any way I could have imagined…
Why do I always miss the plane in my dreams?
I mean, I’d really like to go on a vacation somewhere. But even in my dreams, my desire for escape is constantly thwarted.
Hmm… Do you think there’s something my subconscious is trying to tell me?
One of the greatest experiences of my life happened when I wasn’t even awake.
I was in Japan, living in a small town about an hour south of Tokyo. One night after a typical evening spent drinking beer and writing until I could no longer keep my eyes open, I fell asleep while sitting on the floor at my kotatsu.
When I awoke with a jerk hours later, I was embarrassed to discover that I had passed out in the living room. Again.
Then, as I sat there, a sudden image flashed in my mind: A clear visual memory of me crawling into my bed earlier that night.
I had gone to bed. So what was I doing in the living room?
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