Dream Journal

Awake: I’m feeling warm and happy, talking, under soft lights, falling asleep, and then. . . . This is the happy realm. . . . This is the Dark Tower as I think about doing work. . . . Each place corresponds with a kind of thought. Makes sense, but I’ve experienced it now. So strange how dream context appears and takes over. It just slides in and BLAM, it’s a dream. I act a certain way only in each dream locale, with a certain sort of consciousness. A certain kind of need fuels it. I’m only ever here because of this.