My dream space is blooming with lushness!
I giggle with the idea that my mental space is matching the spring vibes of my environment. I'm not at all surprised that I'm in tune with the land hear. No, nor surprised, but rather astonished. Waves of awe sweep over my eyes, and that inspiration carries over.
My dreams this night come much like a multi budding flower. They were blooming over each other, overlapping, cascading in non linear brilliant bubbles. There are so many little pockets to remember.
Trout house Rob and I sat in a room that was a mix of the trout house and my grandparents basement back in surrey. We were going through stacks and stacks of records. We kept pulling them out, going WHOA hey check this one out, i haven't listened to this since i was a kid. Hehehe it was such a ridiculous selection of kids records, cheesy lounge stuff, and strange record/comic book mixes. Kind of like those read along with the tape books. That pocket blended into high school in grade 8, as i suddenly found my self in biology class, listening to nature sounds records with rob. My friend Jason, from M.O.B.Y. was teaching and told me that i was doing a good job dj'ing, he didn't seem to worry that i wasn't working with the rest of that class. I caught my reflection in a window and it was me, when i was a little punk ass kid with an over sized back pack. I started laughing in the dream, and kinda became lucid, so i decided to go explore around. I walked through the hallways of which seemed to be a big mix of all the schools I'd ever been too. I found a locker that I assumed was mine. Filled with the combo. Now i dunno if any of you have played with number combinations in your dreams, but it's super frustrating, that is until you realize that it's a dream and imagine that the locker just pops open. I opened it, and it was empty, an then it became a book. Now all the lockers we're books on a shelf in an infinite library. The sheer vastness caused me to wake up for a moment, with a mouth full of pillows.
There was so much more, in between and around all of that. But alas, i cannot remember.
Until next time.
I giggle with the idea that my mental space is matching the spring vibes of my environment. I'm not at all surprised that I'm in tune with the land hear. No, nor surprised, but rather astonished. Waves of awe sweep over my eyes, and that inspiration carries over.
My dreams this night come much like a multi budding flower. They were blooming over each other, overlapping, cascading in non linear brilliant bubbles. There are so many little pockets to remember.
Trout house Rob and I sat in a room that was a mix of the trout house and my grandparents basement back in surrey. We were going through stacks and stacks of records. We kept pulling them out, going WHOA hey check this one out, i haven't listened to this since i was a kid. Hehehe it was such a ridiculous selection of kids records, cheesy lounge stuff, and strange record/comic book mixes. Kind of like those read along with the tape books. That pocket blended into high school in grade 8, as i suddenly found my self in biology class, listening to nature sounds records with rob. My friend Jason, from M.O.B.Y. was teaching and told me that i was doing a good job dj'ing, he didn't seem to worry that i wasn't working with the rest of that class. I caught my reflection in a window and it was me, when i was a little punk ass kid with an over sized back pack. I started laughing in the dream, and kinda became lucid, so i decided to go explore around. I walked through the hallways of which seemed to be a big mix of all the schools I'd ever been too. I found a locker that I assumed was mine. Filled with the combo. Now i dunno if any of you have played with number combinations in your dreams, but it's super frustrating, that is until you realize that it's a dream and imagine that the locker just pops open. I opened it, and it was empty, an then it became a book. Now all the lockers we're books on a shelf in an infinite library. The sheer vastness caused me to wake up for a moment, with a mouth full of pillows.
There was so much more, in between and around all of that. But alas, i cannot remember.
Until next time.
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