Wings & Dream Things

The other night about 3 nights ago I had a dream, post-apocolyptic one might say. But I’d argue, rather, that it was a slow, steady decline into another version of society. It is possible, from this persepctive, that we had already been arrived here for quite some time in the stretch. It’s possible. But things in my dream were winding and hazy, those details are merely emotion reflection.

There was quite a sad overtone in the air. I was with all women, in groups, we were each assigned two guards. They were not official police officers, but that is what they were. They were officially officers, previously. But they had new names. Kind of the same function. They did not want to have to do this. Nobody could be left alone ever. Not women at least.

Our days went on, and we went to a gathering in a wooden cafe. A girl was sitting on a bouncy ball. And just started straight up talking shit to me. And told me that I shouldn’t be a social media marketer, essentially. Verbatim I’m not sure I remember, but she very obviously knew she didn’t know what I did, nor knew what she said was accurate. Yet, it was full of spark. 

Filling in the sand between.

It was really powerful because I began to shout back. Filled with passion and full of words, I gave them. I spoke them. 

Rarely do I do that in a dream.

A lot of us are waking up into our dreams now. A lot of us are deconstructing the abstract ideas flowing through these lucid experiences. We are with you, and you are with you. Tap into what is going on beneath the surfaces. Tap into the surface. Be the surface. Surface.