“Follow the wandering, the distraction, find out why the mind has wandered; pursue it, go into it fully. When the distraction is completely understood, then that particular distraction is gone. When another comes, pursue it also. ” ― Jiddu Krishnamurti
Follow the leader…
Follow the crowd…
Follow your nose…
Follow…me (me but not me)…
on Facebook (okay that’s called something else)…
on et cetera…
you name it, just Follow me…
me but not me
Where am I going?
That’s what I often ask of myself…
The answer lies (not a lie as in an untruth… or maybe it is not a not… a knot of not’s) with going with… this… whatever this is…
This whatever this is…
Is often how I feel about dreams.
I am a vivid dreamer,
so vivid they can feel more real than reality,
reality versus dreams.
RL versus the DL.
Follow your dreams…
The other night I had a dream,
nothing unusual about that,
it was convoluted,
images appearing and disappearing,
people coming and going,
are these people real or are they just versions of me,
I am never quite sure…
Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie featured in my dream,
They were being annoying,
wanting my attention,
but I didn’t want to give them my attention.
My attention belongs to me,
pay me for my attention,
don’t expect it for free…
When my attention is free,
far and away from you…
Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie’s appearance in my dreams,
could be easily explained,
I’d been out and about the day before the dream,
in the world,
the real world,
the people-populated world,
papers claiming to have news…
when there is so much else going on…
in the world,
in our lives.
Sometimes the real world is more crazy than the crazy of the dreams world.
Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie…
their appearance in my dreams was just the dream sewing shreds and patches of my waking life into my dreaming life.
That is all… just the unconscious sorting through the dross of the conscious mind.
But then… along the journey of my dream,
I came to a halt,
a sudden stop.
This moment is one I’ve had in waking life quite often,
yet strangely enough in dreaming life it is quite rare,
strangely… because dreams are strange,
we expect them to be,
we accept them that way,
so something which is strange in a dream…
We rarely ask why, or stop and stare,
pausing to question what or why or who it is?
This was a moment of – Who!?!
A moment of trying to recall,
I know that face,
who does it belong to…
I sort of know but why?
What are you doing here,
in my dream…
And why are you here?
No answers in my dream…
Just moving on,
to other things,
other dream people,
the populace populating dreams,
yet not forgetting this encounter because it was strange… for strange.
I knew who I thought it was,
No logical reason why,
no conscious connection…
He’s that guy…
the one who I studied a while ago… a long, long years ago while…
the one with whose story I related… sort of… me but not me…
a rebel with a causeless cause…
But why dream of him?
Why did he intrude in my dream?
He did intrude, his appearance paused the flow… but why?
Does it matter… who cares?
I haven’t thought about him in…
so long that I can’t recall when I last consciously considered him, his life…
Follow your distractions…
See where they lead,
maybe they are not distractions at all.