Strange dreams under the Pacific Northwest damp drizzly leafy green night. Repetitions, patterns, false awakenings into timewarp bizarro worlds. Strange days at places from my past, dream recollections populated by the strangest of the strange. I was aware, however, of the uncanny realities drifting in and out of each other and I seemed to be traveling on a perpetual loop through variations on their connections. My past seemed to be blurring into another reality populated by characters in the classical sense, real characters each starring in their own movie, drifting through seas of existent realities and converging as a point of conscious intelligence, the lived experience we assume is the full extent of our lives. Fording rivers, Shoeless chilly rapids drift, blazing trails through unknown networks of secret wilderness, all night drinking bouts, these are convergences in interdimensional narratives, populating the dream sets of our dream lives.
Pacific Northwest Damp Drizzly Leafy Green Night
