There might be some time until I write here again.
I've come up with this idea to write down everything about my first backpacking trip back in 1988, and this should take all the time I have to sit down most days.
Just so you know.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
The woman of my dreams might be the key to the woman of my future reality
As strange as that may sound, I am maybe as confused about that as you are.
I have had another drug induced dream. Actually, I have had MANY drug induced dreams since I wrote anything here last. Since my last post, my life has pretty much been a hazy mix of drugs and sleep. I believe my body is starting to get along better with the prescribed drugs, but I am taking it an hour at a time, to not get any hopes up. I know by now that my body's reaction to these drugs can be unpredictable, judging from the first batch. Considering that I am on a second batch--twice as strong--together with two other medications, I don't even pretend to think I know how my physical body will react. Obviously, it's just as hard to predict how my psyche with its already complex twists and turns will be able to deal with it. I just hope that my dream state will continue to take care of most of it, so that my awakened state doesn't have to deal with the many dimensions of consciousness that seems to exist in my dormant self. That's as good as I will ever be able to explain what is going on right now. This is new to me, and I am but a mere vessel here, trying to convey the words of my mind's journey as good as I can. If you are confused, you don't even want to know my state of mind when I wake up with yet another dream that initially makes more sense than any reality I've ever lived, but swiftly fades away and soon becomes just a part of my past - a part that was never as real as the past that can be verified with dates, locations, and witnesses.
I have had another drug induced dream. Actually, I have had MANY drug induced dreams since I wrote anything here last. Since my last post, my life has pretty much been a hazy mix of drugs and sleep. I believe my body is starting to get along better with the prescribed drugs, but I am taking it an hour at a time, to not get any hopes up. I know by now that my body's reaction to these drugs can be unpredictable, judging from the first batch. Considering that I am on a second batch--twice as strong--together with two other medications, I don't even pretend to think I know how my physical body will react. Obviously, it's just as hard to predict how my psyche with its already complex twists and turns will be able to deal with it. I just hope that my dream state will continue to take care of most of it, so that my awakened state doesn't have to deal with the many dimensions of consciousness that seems to exist in my dormant self. That's as good as I will ever be able to explain what is going on right now. This is new to me, and I am but a mere vessel here, trying to convey the words of my mind's journey as good as I can. If you are confused, you don't even want to know my state of mind when I wake up with yet another dream that initially makes more sense than any reality I've ever lived, but swiftly fades away and soon becomes just a part of my past - a part that was never as real as the past that can be verified with dates, locations, and witnesses.
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