dreams

I have lots of dreams, which is rad, but it doesn’t happen all the time. Sometimes they are the foreseeing type. Perhaps this skill would have developed further if I hadn’t taken psychotropic drugs for four years. Walking down Hastings toward Burrard this morning, I stopped and realized I had seen this site before… before… before….before yesterday and the day before….
I had a dream once, a long time ago. I drew it when I woke up. I dreamt what I was looking at but it was dark out. I was probably thirteen or fourteen in my bedroom in Victoria when I drew it. I wonder if I still have that.

It’s strange that I didn’t recognize it the 5000 times I have seen that sight before. I have this theory. A metaphorical theory I have of the subconscious mind. Picture a giant office building. (How many stories high … how many neurons in the human brain? 100 billion.) The floors have rooms filled with filing cabinets. Most of the cabinets are chock-a-block full. Clerks meander through the halls sorting files, pulling ones to be used in dreams or during conscious time. I have no idea how it is decided which files are pulled but often there are current files accessed for dreams. Audio and video, some relevant, most pulled and thrown up on the screen for reasons I cannot understand at this time. This is just file sorting… There’s has to be whole floor for calculation. Some part which decides which files to request and I’m guessing it’s a committee decision. Subconscious thought is really interesting to me and I must remember to look into it later.

So, I saw an image in my dream when I was 13 or so, I am now 28. I lived in Vancouver from birth until I was 12 so there is a good change that I saw something from the back seat of my mother’s car.
Maybe that file containing my dream got pushed to the back, crammed under some other file and forgotten until this morning when a clerk pulled it because of something to do with the light. It was gloomy this morning, congruent with my mood and I was grooving on it. So something about the light and the way I looked up at that moment and it hit me. I stopped and stared.
I saw this in a dream. It was dark though and there was fire in the distance?? I can’t remember now. That was 15 years ago.