Silently following the silver-blue unicorn through the forest into the clearing of light.
The trick is to string words together based on musicality and not literal significance.
Starflakes of morning light scatter over the shady river. An ondulating snake of grey shimmer wriggles out a smokestack; a ship floats in front of the house. It wears the dark habit of an elderly sister. Cracks run jagged across the ashen dawn.
It is all the newness and the dust of the day. A stick figure scrambles spiderlike on the rocks as the boat approaches the island, a soft note of welcome resounding in an all but empty world.
(I like this dream. It is a nice dream.)
She had an aromatherapy voice.
I believe in everything. I tell people it's because there's some truth in everything, which is true -- like everything else. But it runs a little deeper than that, to the point where some might find it worrisome (I don't). I really just believe in everything. It's not so much that I believe a part of everything as it is that I am willing to accept any fantastic but logical story tossed my way. ('Realistic' but illogical has less of a chance.) That is why I can't lucid dream.
But the birds are not themselves truly free. No one here is, I suppose. I would like to take my home with me, drive it or carry it on my back, and never have to concrete myself into the ground.
Castles in the sky. Doesn't it sound beautiful? Castles made of cloud and sunlight. Give me cloud castles over Earth castles any day.
Why do people feel the need to limit themselves to a single reality? (Calvin & Hobbes, etc.)
A piano tuner that can only work when drunk, because the vibrations seem magnified and clear to him.
I've somewhat changed my philosophies since these scribbles (jeez, why would I use so many words to say something so simple?), so it's interesting for me to look through them now. Maybe less so for you, but it's exam time, and you might find this better than doodles or suchlike.
Anyway.
Piano exam over!
