- Woke up in the weirdest state of catatonics. Lasted over three hours.
- Went to the roof to read. Too hot. Listened to ascension music as the clouds and sun unfastened before me.
- Ascended.
- When finished, my catatonic bouts deepened. Found myself staring into nothingness for long periods. My body frozen like a statue, unaware of space and time and heat.
- They say this used to happen to Socrates. Deep in thought.
- My thoughts were not "deep". No significant change from usual thoughts.
- Its a lot like the Wizard of Oz. I manipulate a gargantuan machine of smoke and fire, then leave the console to retreat to a quiet shadowed corner to think about things and hear myself.
- Rediscovered the monarch of ME.
- Drawing myself towards my Castle and my Court.
- Talked with Cecil. ... Birthday plans.
- Starting to suspect the reconnection might cosmically be for my benefit.
- I'm a cat.
- Dreamt that I was in the old brooklyn apartment (Park Slope). In the bathroom.
- I took a piss in the dark (saw no reason to turn on the light), but the stream was going everywhere, and I couldn't control it no matter what I did. I silently cursed at the annoyance of this.
- Turned on the light. Began to clean up. But Sylvester, our cat, would not get away from the bowl no matter how hard I pushed. Eventually, he stretched his butt over the toilet and started to pee.
- Astonishment, clearly.
- When he was done, he got down and I tried to flush, but the tank was giving me trouble.
- Wouldn't flush properly, and the water was turning soapy/sudsy.
- Sylvester, then, jumped into the bowl, drenching his entire body in our urine.
- Supremely aggravated, clearly.
- He got out, and I got the toilet to flush. Turned on the bathtub faucet to wash him.
- He wasn't having it, 'though initially curious.
- I cleaned the mess around the toilet bowl. And that's all I recall.
- Other than the fleeting lucid thought that I ought to remember this dream.
- Thinking about job situation: Scaggs of resumes I've sent for various types of jobs over the course of a month.
- Not so much as an interview???
- Suspecting cosmically imposed standstill.
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