The purpose of a Dream

The purpose of a Dream



Dreams in sleep
Do nothing more
Than prepare us
For our eventual waking
From the real dream.

Just as we return home
Each morning to our beds
We will return home
To an even more familiar place;

The stranger within this dream, too-

The loathed
Or the beloved
Who we fervently believed in
As if the script
Wrote itself
With each move we made
Like all the littler versions
We birthed in between
The beginning
And the end-

Will no longer exist.

Or
Perhaps we’ll spend eternity
Recycling through the minds
Of those still living
Bouncing in and out of their dreams
Gradually being demoted
From ingenue
To mother
To a mere extra in the background
To an imperceptible shape
Who the dreamer senses, but does not
Or cannot acknowledge.

And perhaps in this moment,
We might finally realize
That even the solitary leaf
At the peak of a dying tree
10 blocks from our home
One childhood autumn
Needed to exist
To make life what it was
And what it is now,
In someone else’s dream.

a little of you, a little of me

“I just discovered a tooth in a tiny hole in wall, which had been wrapped in cotton wool. A tooth is a part of ourselves, isn't it? A bit like our personality. I remember in the newspaper, a man lost his arm in an accident and wanted to have it buried. The authorities refused. The arm was cremated and that was that. I wonder if they refused to give him the ashes...and if so, by what right? Tell me... At what precise moment does an individual stop being who he thinks he is? Cut off my arm. I say, "Me and my arm." You cut off my other arm. I say, "Me and my two arms." You take out my stomach, my kidneys, assuming that were possible... And I say, "Me and my intestines." And now, if you cut off my head... would I say, "Me and my head" or "Me and my body"? What right has my head to call itself me? What right?”

Shedding our baby teeth is an interesting time in our development. The myth of the tooth fairy for cash- the first examples of us selling off a part of ourselves. I kind of wish I had kept my wisdom teeth after they pulled them. My ex-husband has them now. In exchange for alimony... at the time a fair deal. He always threatened to clone me some day. I thought he was kidding. Unbeknownst to her, his present wife has recently been artificially inseminated with a mini-me. I woke up to the text yesterday followed by an “lol”. His version of some kind of revenge, I suppose. Well I did one better. I stole the hair off my dad’s pillow last fall, and will be giving birth any day now.

GURU

I love the meaning behind the word "Guru":

Gu= dark

Ru= light

So Guru literally means leading one from darkness to light.

I hope to be a Guru someday.

The Game of Love

It’s pretty simple, as we are all pretty simple creatures.

Chemistry and sexual urges aside- which in themselves are pretty simple (we strive for validation, and our chemical/sexual urges stem from this goal); there is nothing mysterious about "romantic" love.

99.9% of everything we think about is ourselves, to the extreme point that even when we think about another individual, we think about that individual as they pertain to us. “Does he like me?” “I wonder what she’s thinking about?” Translation: “I wonder if she is thinking about me.” When we start developing feelings for people, especially people who aren’t great communicators, and therefore seem “mysterious”, we aren’t thinking about their unknown thoughts as- "I wonder if he’s philosophizing about gravity or finding a cure for the world’s misery." No, again, we are wondering how much they think about US and how mysterious they find us.

The more self-centered we are, the more likely we will dismiss anyone who does not make special effort to get to know us.

And what’s so special about getting to know you? Nothing. Why? Because the “mystery” underneath that unreachable place evolves around nothing but you you you- and validating you you you- and stroking your your your ego... and yet aside from you just wanting people to validate how special you are, you have never really given any reason as to what makes you special.

You=You. Who?

Who cares! Even you don’t. Because if you genuinely cared about yourself, you would genuinely care about those around you- how to make life for EVERYONE a little easier.

I am human like everyone else, and I am just as boring as everyone else. Trust me.

It’s human nature to be boring, while pretending we’re not. The human condition is so ridiculously predictable, as every thought and every motive always comes back to ourselves- an empty place which we are terrified to face. And yet we’re fucking it all the time.

The moral of the story:

Without open and honest communication, the concept of “love” is laughable. The next time you wonder if a guy/gal you are interested in is thinking about you, remember that he/she is wondering if you/someone else is thinking about him/her. The common factor? You are both thinking about yourselves being thought about- and not about the other person. In reality, crushes are completely self-centered, and can be easily cured by a few masturbatory sessions- preferably in front of the mirror.

The cure for obsessing over someone else is understanding that it’s ALL ABOUT YOU.