The dream

 It's a huge relief to wake up. Especially when you were dreaming of death.


It's the days when my mind becomes unchained, that I remember I need to stop fucking dreaming.

Thank god for people.

The good thing about death guys, is that we remember none of the past life. We start anew. I mean, this is probably what I believed, hence my brain gave it to me as an experience. I remember walking up the stairway to heaven, walking tall because I'd done all I could, even though I felt confused as though I was there early. If only I were a musician! I would've captured that music immediately upon waking up.

How far can we fall?

The human conscious is a mind. Ever expanding. Just like the universe. Humans are so very brave. I mean, we're expanding our minds at an impossible rate, learning, creating new neural connections, meeting people, without knowing if there is an end to it. The universe is also expanding at an impossible speed outwards, not knowing where the edge is.

Sometimes individuals leap away from the hive, and find their way back into the pool. That's how we as a species evolve. We take data points from the ones that leave, and integrate it back into norm. We came here from somewhere, and we're here to stay. We're so afraid of the possible extinction.

And I keep looking.

Published on
2/24/19 3:11 AM

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