24 September, 2005
I keep dreaming dreams that I've dreamt before.
It's like revisiting old places you haven't been to for years, and discovering you know every nook and cranny by heart, even if you stumble occasionally. I wonder where these dreams were, when they weren't being dreamt by me? In some kind of limbo, floating in some intangible medium, before being snagged by my searching mind?
I wonder.
Anyway, this afternoon I had several dreams. In one of them, I was looking through the eyes of someone else, not me. I wonder if other people have had the same experience, of dreaming from different points of view. It's like watching a story unfold. I thought this dream was significant, because whenever I've dreamt of running, I've always had the feeling of never being able to run fast enough. But in my dream today, I was running as fast as I could, around a track, and I distinctly remember feeling free, liberated. But people kept getting in my way. I remember yelling at them, but they just wouldn't clear off. They were simply milling around, cutting into my lane, making me run around them.
I can't remember why I was running.
It's like revisiting old places you haven't been to for years, and discovering you know every nook and cranny by heart, even if you stumble occasionally. I wonder where these dreams were, when they weren't being dreamt by me? In some kind of limbo, floating in some intangible medium, before being snagged by my searching mind?
I wonder.
Anyway, this afternoon I had several dreams. In one of them, I was looking through the eyes of someone else, not me. I wonder if other people have had the same experience, of dreaming from different points of view. It's like watching a story unfold. I thought this dream was significant, because whenever I've dreamt of running, I've always had the feeling of never being able to run fast enough. But in my dream today, I was running as fast as I could, around a track, and I distinctly remember feeling free, liberated. But people kept getting in my way. I remember yelling at them, but they just wouldn't clear off. They were simply milling around, cutting into my lane, making me run around them.
I can't remember why I was running.
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