Last couple weeks have been full of weird dreams. Two of them stand out the most, but they are the hardest to remember. In both dreams I kept repeating a couple sentences about the meaning of reality and what it is. Over and over and over, while floating (legs crossed) in pure black space. Couldnt remember the quote when i woke up to write it down just a couple words. Both dreams had some weird correlation between art (ist) and reality. Art, reality, love. Thats all I remember. This last one had me look at people as if our idea of being individuals, were not true. My mind then floated me around space to look down on earth. My mind then asked what do you see I saw red balloons in a rectangular pattern. Each balloon represented a single person, but the balloon was the persons soul. The soul has no face, mind, ideas, personalities. But these souls work together to run a machine called the fabric of reality. Without humans seeing and understanding this place, it wouldnt exist. Our observations are what make what we see real. We are biologically wired to work together on a mission we dont even know were on. Again, I kept repeating a super deep message in my head during this dream so I could remember when I woke, which was not possible. These kinds of dreams are awesome. Much easier to understand the concepts when knocked out on a pillow.
Posted on: Mon, 10 Feb 2014 10:09:19 +0000