I had a dream about our forum last night! We were all having a gathering at a campground near my house. It was great. We had all types of people–most of us used our tag names, some wore masks to screw with the feds. But someone was being mean to my mom for not having any opinions and I yelled “THATS MY FUCKING MOM…SHE GREW UP HERE!” Another problem was there was so many people in the camground I couldn’t find a place far away from all of the people to sleep. My normal secret spot under the pines was all taken up. In fact there was a primtive skills camp for children (not related to us) in the field practicing some weird kind of archery that involved big rocks on sticks.
What do you think of that ? I think its interesting that I was so protective of my mom, because I’m not really like that and that I belived that the fact that my mom was living her whole life in the place she grew up was more important than any intellectual primtivist leanings. Because in a way I do think that.
What do people think about dreams? I remember mine very well. Ask Scout I dream about him all the time even though we’ve never met. I could go into much more detail on the dream above. If I start to write them down I remember more and more until I could write all day about what happened at night. I have recurring dreams of water, waterslides, big and small waves. I can and do lucid dream and can make myself with practice (I read Carlos Castenada when I was young). I certainly dream in color (I don’t know where aldous huxley got off claiming most people dream in b&w). I smell and taste and feel. All this seems to suggest that I would be talented at finding spiritual value in dreams. But I have never had a prophetic dream or a dream that helped me answer a question or gave me guidance and I rarely know how to interpret them. Sometimes in a lucid dream I’ll remember to say ask where something is, but it gives me a fake answer. Sometimes I have very angry dreams which I consider to be pressure valves for repressed emotion but otherwise they seem like a mishmash of whatever I was putting in my brain that day.