Sweet dreams, everybody
Part of the time I don’t know what I’m talking about, or where I’m going with something. And that goes doubly when there are other people involved, when a conversation starts out one place and then jumps through a bunch of hoops and ends up in a completely different place. Happens all the time. Ever trace your conversations to see where the pivot points, where one subject morphed into something different, were located, followed by another pivot point that led off into an altogether different direction?
Ever sit down and close your eyes and follow your breath, and perform that same tracing-the-pivot-points action with your thoughts when they arise? Or when you remember to go back to the breath, ever remember a whole string of thoughts and images that transpired?
Ever have strange dreams, the ones that don’t make any sense as a linear narrative, and upon awakening they’re tightly woven together like a film, but within the first minute’s breaths you take, they come apart like clouds under the hot sun, vanishing like wisps from your memory?
Happens to me all the time. Pleasant dreams. Or strange dreams, if that’s your preference. —Jackson Griffith