Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real. — Tupac Shakur
I did this earlier at 3:33am (too early). It’s called the “morning pages” by Julia Cameron where you write down three pages of stream of consciousness every morning right when you wake up. The idea is to “drain the pipe” of all the junk in your head. I don’t know if it’s effective or not but many people swear by it. That miracles happen, change in perspective occurs and revelations from God are imparted (not exaggerating). In any case this time around I’m doing it “right” so we’ll see what is reaped from being sown. I went back to sleep after i wrote “the pages” as my group leader calls them, and dreamt a weird dream: someone in my group died and left behind a son that her friends were willing to take care of, I felt led to take care of the boy also. Then I found myself in a house full of people that I was renting a room from and a leather bag full of art supplies and random trinkets that belonged to my sister was there. I took the bag and found myself in a growing river of water in which I lost the bag and felt myself losing control against the current. The water subsided and I was able to get up and walk over to the bag which was wet as were the items including my dads wallet which contained wet 100 dollar bills. Not so interesting or creative, but I’m sure the dreams will get more interesting as I’m doing the Artist Way program.
musings & memory 