Friday, September 30, 2016
Follow Your Dreams
One postulated thought on dreams is, it is when the Mind does clearing work; scrapping bits of this and that and storing other pieces of information away. As I get older I sleep less or it seems not as deeply and I wonder if my mind is going through the scrap heap of obsolete information stored away? Maybe that is why I wake up with weird bits of this and that. All that stored information swirled together and comes out like gobbledygook. This morning my mind was stuck in the grove of seventy eight and half degrees, 78.5°, 78 1/2°, 78.5 degrees; in my minds eye I saw this every which way, does it mean something or is it the goo of mixes thoughts?
I always like the line in the song I Dreamed the Dream - But the tigers come at night, With their voices soft as thunder.