oneiros

My dreams have been a labyrinth of seemingly nonsensical imagery: Shane sucking a pacifier, Jim Carrey as a narcissistic lover, work, Chogyam Trungpa, Bodhi in a hurry, pain, nature, longing, attachment. I could relay a dream in full but at the moment they seem anything but elucidating.  I imagine it is time for me to begin listening again and writing them down, otherwise the intellect decides to spend my slumbering eight hours in perpetual download, without a hint of luminosity.