Sleeping with a baby has changed the manner in which i dream. Firstly, he wakes me up right as i begin to dream, pretty regularly. So i remember my first dream. Last night my first glimpse into my dream was my friend Big Johns leg was amputated up to his knee and he had a red cataract in his eye, and he was grumpy as always. But this time i finally felt like he deserved to be grumpy whereas usually i'm trying to encourage him to say "I GET to walk mitzy today" instead of "i have to walk mitzy today."
Anyway, besides that specific dream, i also wake up right before my babys late night feeding. our cycles must be harmonized in some way because after i wake up its usually within a few minutes he wakse up to be fed. So in the middle of the night I recall my dreams. They're... not fragmented... but... they run in chapters. Sequels.
Most dreams are insignificant and recycling material from the days past. And i forget those. But i do remember the places and people that i saw whom i enjoyed seeing in my dreams, and i also remember releveant i nformation.
Dreams are so much fun. Its a shame that so many people ignore them.
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Always improving, always moving forward, upward, and onwards. How can we live greatly, with integrity. This is a space for me to hash out what that means. Please enjoy, and contemplate along with me. I am alone forging this path in the suburbs with my child. The internet is wonderful. Please do connect!
