I just enjoyed this journal entry from Jonathan Carroll. It stops you and makes you think.
One of those night dreams where you wake up and immediately think what was THAT all about? Where did THAT come from? The surreal mix of the very real, the sort of real, the strange, the impossible, the improbable, and a pinch of sexuality thrown in to the recipe to give it an even odder aroma and taste. When I have dreams like this I try to figure out what was going on there. Next I think don’t be stupid– it doesn’t signify anything. My brain’s just having a yard sale. Then I worry it might mean EVERYTHING and in it somewhere is the solution to all my problems, I just have to decode the dream’s peculiar hieroglyphics. In the end though I give up and mentally toss the whole thing into the back of my mind’s cluttered closet with all the other dust covered dreams that have piled up in there, unsolved, over the years.
Jonathan Carroll
