dream reality

It is December 6th. St Lucy day or almost. The Scandinavians celebrate... the youngest blondest beauty child is adorned with a candle crown and present breakfast sweets to all in the house... and Santa Lucia is played or sung...

Flying through strange ethers

I have been in a very strange place, this morning.... before I woke to the bed and blanket reality I think I exist in... head is still a blurr at 5:13 AM, but of course we keep on crashing the all-to-familiar time-horizon along with riding our slow-whirling globe.... just try to catch the micro-second of now... the tiny hair-thin instant that separates the past, from the split second present, and we can watch it float off somewhere behind..... made real by the memory banks of brain where it is stored, for maybe future reference.....

I was in the air. or maybe it was something else that filled space, thick oxygen rich, breathable cream, through which this fantastic boat/car was noislessly hurling itself. I was in the back, the tub-like bed of an el Camino sort of truck, with features all rounded like Lord Voldemont's face, of a no space-suit journey above what may be earth maybe Jupitor, far below was a fantastic landscapes... tangled ropey boiling pasta shapes, stringy curvy pipes, but sort of nylon flexible clowding up. the colors were pastel blue-green and grey... some color...the space above grey-blue.... There was no wind, and gravity is not a problem on this smooth ride. I think I am in space. I get out and hold on, definitle being pulled, as my legs stretch out behind. I can let go and grab back on... I wonder if I get separated, floating where-ever, will anyone know and come back for me? So I climb easily back into the hot-tub like bed... But then I am floating-flying outside again... Looking down at the strange scene below, like none other I had ever scene.... Who ever is driving, if anyone is, and if that is what is happening, unseen... I am not afraid, even though the strangeness of a never-done-this-before experience unfolds. A strange dream of exotic space... the shapes below morph like under-water life forms, like kelp or ropey sargasso weed....log jams on a blue-green lake... The experience is not unpleasant, but not exactly exhilerating... The static feeling, the nothing is happening but just being in a new place occupies my mind... I did not seem to care where I had been, how I had gotten there, or where I was going. Did I die? Was I dead? These thoughts occur now in this waking life. Hey, that movie! WAKING LIFE... Was this another chapter in that strange, disturbing flic.... an avatar in pseudo, graphic ambience of another reality????? dreams, the concoction of the mind, which never sleeps when the body does. Sometimes we think the mind is asleep, but it is not.... Oh how strange, wonderful, ever changing our life....