Like Zhuang Tzi, I dreamt I was something else and woke up confused anout the roles, the reality of dreams, I have tons of recreational dreams, much better than drugs or other un-high highs, cheaper stuff than the narrow gate, so yes, the future or rather possible futures open up in a dream proyection but they actually full live happen in the instant so very fleeting of the present. Still I trust my dreams and my fictions, they are as transcendental as they come, my own personal universe reality, though some intereference comes in time, to try to break the trance, much like loosing the time in music, i feel like hearing digiridoos from aboriginal Dreamtime, invoking that ultimate absolute fun, joined like a joint, with and through rta or necetar, and then all the possible meanings of sanskrit universe language grammar…and so easy..

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