On an Uncomfortably More Personal Note...

I wish I could keep my mind void of thought as I sleep. It seems, however, that no matter how close I come to succeeding, your presence persistently permeates my dreams. Maybe I should be more appreciative of this time, as it presents vividly everything I could desire. The feelings evoked during these dreams are so much greater than words could ever describe. The most talented of artists could not depict accurately the euphoria I experience during this brief time we are united. The most ingenious composer would be baffled and frustrated just at the thought of finding a combination of chords that would even come close to mimicking the songs burst through the seams of my being when you are with me during the most intimate time of my existence.

Regardless of how much joy you bring to my dreams, when I awake I am haunted constantly by these visions of love that are not mutually present in my conscious reality. Just as none could express the happiness I feel during our nightly meetings, the same holds true for the angst and repression I feel throughout my consciousness. I spend my days searching for an escape from my emotions, but when I submit myself to the unconscious, I am quickly reminded that my heart and soul are hopeless slaves to your divinity.

To put it layman's terms, and for those who only read emoticons:

Sleeping=Aaah! =D

Awake=..... ugh.... =S D= >:@ ='(

Deception

Even though this will seem like a lie:

No one can be lied to who has not first, somehow, someway, lied to themselves.

Self-deception is really the only kind there is.

Dream Weaver

What if, this very moment,you realized you were dreaming: dreaming you were at home, at work, wherever you now are, and that you were reading this note. And in that dream you also realized that as real as it all seemed, there was also a greater reality from which you were dreaming, and a greater essence that is yourself. That you came from eternity and will return to eternity, and that, in truth, you are your dream weaver.

Then suddenly, it dawned on you, that you could not awaken from this dream, until you first demonstrated this revelation, by claiming responsibility for your every manifestation heretofore, and exercising dominion over all things.

Falling into a Deep Sleep

I've been contemplating why we refer to the unconscious as if it were an abyss or a deep well mirroring in its bottom "the face of the deep," the dim reflection of the unconscious Ego. Why do we call a sleep "deep," and why do we "fall" asleep, as if one were submerging in a bottomless gulf? "Darkness like a dream," or "darkness of death," Shakespeare says.

I don't know....