I wake on Monday, and am confused about orientation, height. I’m in a different country than when I woke Sunday. Then, I was on the upper level of a bunk bed, oriented north-south, now, I’m on the lower level of a bunk-bed, east-west. Confusing.
But my dream took to me back to that location, that time and place. A shared house for the weekend, shared with my spiritual friends.
I’m a small table-like rock, and I’m slowly getting covered in moss. Not just one species of moss, but many; the mad caps, the walkers, and shaggy carpets. And their friends the lichens are growing too on me.
How is it that a single dream has such a distinctive tone? A timbre, like each human voice has.
Some days the dream I remember has more color than the whole day. And that’s ok. I don’t need to chase the peak experience. But the joyful boy in me at least will enjoy the pleasure of remembering and savoring the dream. I wonder if the taste of the dream can be a hologram, compacted information, allowing me to recapture the fullness of the dream if I choose to.
Jars and jars full of unique timbres or tastes of dreams. Roald Dahl was so right when he imagined the giants whose greatest desire is to come into the human realm to capture our dreams as they leave our skulls. I desire that too, to taste all our dreams.
I once heard a familiar tune, coming into my ears at the end of a breathwork circle. Sounded something like Madonna but in space. it was canned, tinny, coming in over a bad speaker on a crowded space station, in the asteroid belt.
Of course, I thought. Time to wake up. This life has been too beautiful to be anything but a dream. Time to go back to my overhead lights in my hive city. At this point in time, most experiences of Old Earth are long dream sessions. I had paid for some new tech: a guaranteed 12 hour REM session. Only cost about 2 months worth of labor, but boy it was worth it. Most normal dreams are only 10 minutes after all. No wonder this 12 hour dream-life felt so full.
Anyways, time to remember this space hive where I’m actually waking up.
Beyond Mountains, More Mountains 