Real is not Dreams Dreams are not RealUnless you find the fine line...and erase it

In Gethsemane the holiest of all petitioners prayed three times that a certain cup might pass from Him. It did not.

There are life events that can destroy the personality which is a lot more fragile than most people imagine constructed as it is from bits provided by others in the most haphazard way. People can be torn down to the core shattered as the expression goes and then they seek sleep. And dreams which provide the ground for the construction of a new and more integrated self. Providing theres a core and providing theyre willing to do the work.

I had a dream about you. You were being hung. I had a sword in one hand and a stool in the other. I couldnt decide which one to use so I stood on the stool and threw myself on the sword. It was the least I could do to protest capital punishment.

We all woke up this morning and we had with it the amazing return of our conscious mind. We recovered minds with a complete sense of self and a complete sense of our own existence yet we hardly ever pause to consider this wonder.

I had a dream about you. You were storing my brain in a pickle jar in the fridge and I only discovered it when I went to garnish my hamburger. Mindless and hungry I was a US politicians ideal voter.

A female cop in my dream observes a shuffle and takes note but doesnt fully see the bank robbery I have just committed during the planned distraction. All she sees is a man with a lot of money and draws the wrong conclusionthat I am more handsome now than I was when she didnt know I had money and she saw me walk in the door.

what is love love is you

I boasted that I bested the best and I did. I beat my clone. In my dream of course but who cares Its still a victory.

Its those silly dreams that keep us alive.