deciduous dreams
364 | 365
“Every dreamer knows that it is entirely possible to be homesick for a place you've never been to, perhaps more homesick than for familiar ground.” - Judith Thurman
Listen: www.youtube.com/watch?v=N60vSxC051k&list=PLE4735D81E9...
[I realized that I visit the theme of dreaming and sleeping quite a lot in my imagery. I believe there are many reasons for this. As I've mentioned in the past, I am plagued with nightmares essentially every night, and have been since I was very young. When I was 18, I started devouring books about lucid dreaming in an attempt to get a handle on the nightmares, and for a while, I developed my ability fairly well. I was able to make amazing things happen in my dreams, and even though they would still be terrifying, I felt an odd semblance of comfort in this world created entirely by my own mind each night. Though it was frightening, it was a familiar frightening, much unlike the frightening truths of reality, which tend to feel foreign and alien to me.
Done rambling. So tired. So sick. Also, I cannot *believe* tomorrow is the final day of this project. I don't think it's hit me yet. Thank you, Austin, for helping me lug this mattress outside and for throwing leaves everywhere!]
deciduous dreams
364 | 365
“Every dreamer knows that it is entirely possible to be homesick for a place you've never been to, perhaps more homesick than for familiar ground.” - Judith Thurman
Listen: www.youtube.com/watch?v=N60vSxC051k&list=PLE4735D81E9...
[I realized that I visit the theme of dreaming and sleeping quite a lot in my imagery. I believe there are many reasons for this. As I've mentioned in the past, I am plagued with nightmares essentially every night, and have been since I was very young. When I was 18, I started devouring books about lucid dreaming in an attempt to get a handle on the nightmares, and for a while, I developed my ability fairly well. I was able to make amazing things happen in my dreams, and even though they would still be terrifying, I felt an odd semblance of comfort in this world created entirely by my own mind each night. Though it was frightening, it was a familiar frightening, much unlike the frightening truths of reality, which tend to feel foreign and alien to me.
Done rambling. So tired. So sick. Also, I cannot *believe* tomorrow is the final day of this project. I don't think it's hit me yet. Thank you, Austin, for helping me lug this mattress outside and for throwing leaves everywhere!]