tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887517545664167166.post5386870978640072004..comments2018-05-04T23:35:12.494-04:00Comments on Garfield Statue: Birds singing in the sycamore treeAMAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205547571569792309noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887517545664167166.post-59567189435137661042012-10-05T09:46:35.225-04:002012-10-05T09:46:35.225-04:00Because you are able to recognize dreamers and als...Because you are able to recognize dreamers and also the validity of their dreams (even more important), I suspect you have dreams that your subconscious is keeping safe for you, to protect and keep them. These will be revealed when there's no turning back, and you have to pursue them -- and then you'll be able to say, I had it in me all along. Wow! Bravery, yes. Need some of that. Courage, whatever. But the capacity to see dreams (to appreciate and understand the "why") is even more essential. The treasure map will become clear, one "X" at a time. Forward movement -- is everything. Even "wanting" or desire is forward movement. I, for one, believe in you. And in your dreams.Geoff Schutthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15625861676022619006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887517545664167166.post-10417361380940844872012-10-05T07:19:31.283-04:002012-10-05T07:19:31.283-04:00It's an interesting thing, that nominal dreami...It's an interesting thing, that nominal dreaming. As somebody who's got at least as much of the what-ifs and constant backups symptoms you describe, the times I've been sucked into dreamland are the times when life just reached in and yanked.<br /><br />All I'm saying is, there feels to me like a third way, a more common one: dreamers, in my experience, "dream" often as not <i>ex post facto</i>. I know I do. "Well sheeit, carefully plotted goal X is no longer even feasible. Throw some dice and see what's next." I started a company, one of the dreamiest bad ideas in the world, when twenty years' planning got flushed.<br /><br />That's the Sciencey thing to do, I think really. Look at a regular old dream. You're waking up, you got some random wave action going on in yer brain, and as you come up your brain slaps whatever old story-telling wrapper around it so you can make sense of it, and it's really only at the time you're "awake" you were "really" dreaming about mountain lions in an ice cream shop.<br /><br />That's how I see the life-choice dream thing, too: "Well, look here; I'm in New Orleans for some reason again, and I love it. How the heck did this come about an Nth time?" And there's a dream, ex post facto. Maybe all my vacation habits over the decades are "telling me something"?<br /><br />If it forks, and feels right, and doesn't seem too outrageous in the moment or the hindsight: it's a dream. If it doesn't work, or it's freaky, or it makes you sad: it's a rut. Funny thing about it is, a little dichotomy now and then can be liberating :)Vagueryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13410026802332846187noreply@blogger.com