Lately, I've been having "Dreams for Dummies." That is, any important lessons/meanings/decisions in my dreams have been made with absolute minimal use of symbolism. In fact, characters are directly facing me and straight up saying things like, "Hey, you know how you are tired this week? Instead of fighting it, why don't you just go to bed earlier and sleep extra long?" Notice the complete lack of fuzzy confusion about what I should take from this sort of dream?
This morning, my dream involved me and Stan (a very old pal) sitting in the woods talking about what I want to do with my life. As I've had this conversation at least eighteen thousand times in real life, I wasn't surprised to have it again. (I have the motivation of a helium balloon on its third day of helium use...bobbing about with the breeze, resting on the lawn for a bit before wandering off somewhere.)
So. His suggestion was clever and surprising and I'll be thinking about it this weekend. My reply (in my dream) was "Hmm. I'm always surprised by what I like." Then I woke up and thought about that. And I realized that OF COURSE you should be surprised by what you like! Liking things involves more than just your brain. Your body needs to like it, too. Like ice cream...it's not purely a mental enjoyment. Ideally your emotions would approve as well. Since this is the first time I'm living in this magnificently clumsy body, I have no idea what things will trigger the likings of it. Emotions are sometimes easier to guess, because I think that emotions are the fuzzy line where brain meets body, so both have input.
As I came to this conclusion, I rolled over and fell back asleep thinking about how this would maybe be blog material...later. Stan was there in the woods again and said "Huh. How much Beethoven would we know if he never got off his ass and wrote down what was in his head? Wake up." Stupid non-symbolic dreams.
An Erinku:
rusted school bus
in woods
pine trees
grow through
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