
Originally Posted by
dblatto
this life is but a dream, but someone else told me once it's a garden, so now I'm confused.
I used to chase the dream, at times felt as if I was living it, and now realized the dream goes on, in its own story line, regardless of my actions to influence it. Sure there is some influence, but it definitely has a life of its own. It is a very vivid dream.
What I am aware of at this very moment is as close to waking as I ever seem to get. Being awake is amazing, bright and timeless. Then as the sun gets low, I get a little cold and head back to civilization, into the dream again, with future plans and schemes and dreams and some memory of the good times had the day before, all very dreamlike. I guess I spend most of my time here.
I was offered the red pill in Pasadena, summer 1993, and turned it down because it seemed madness; I still had hope in the blue pill, that it would be a cush life. Not sure about that decision, looking back. Never too late to unplug I suppose.
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