_ Howsaboy?
_ Not well... not well at all. I have a recurring dream: I am lost in a crowd - a chaotic crowd of bustling people, all with a definite destination. I have no destination; I am lost.
I am moving, usually against the grain of the crowd; I am looking everywhere. I am looking for someone. Who? I don't know. Amidst this desperation, there lies one certainty and it is this: Upon finding the person that I am looking for, all of my anguish and despair will release. This I know, yet I don't know who I am looking for.
_ I would...
_ Not so fast. The dream has now shown itself to be a leakage, as it were, from my waking state, whereas previously I had felt the dream to be somewhat of an intrusion upon my waking state. I now know that the dream is a 'self storage unit' for my life as lived. I am haunted; I am a haunted ghost; and the dream is an overflow from my waking state, which is a nightmare.
_ ... get some jungle noise going before you go 'toes up'.
_ Jungle noise?
_ Yeah. Tapes of ducks chirping, orangatans singing, gorillas farting...background noise. It'll put you right out.
_ I'm too sensitive for that kind of stuff.
_ Then go out and get the biggest Chinese gong that you can find and lay into it with a giant Q-tip every time you dream. You'll be fast asleep an hour later.
_ As I said, and speaking with you reaffirms it: Waking is a nightmare.
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... Late April is to early September as gin is to vodka: The same, only different
... How do you analyze the dreams of someone who is awake? The recounting of the dream while one is awake is being awake; it has fuck all to do with dreaming. If it weren't you would never escape the experience of what's past... Oooops, my bad; we don't.
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