Of late the passive nocturnal lucid dreaming has been somewhat intense. One can take this at face value or imagine that I get up of a morning specifically to make shit up. I turn on the PC and knock up 500 plus word dreams just for fun and to show off.

Of course I could be having a series of acid flashbacks from some strong dots that I took way back in the early eighties.

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In which case that was pretty good money’s worth. I could be having magic mushroom secondary trips from the fresh ones we picked wearing lab gloves in Edale in the early nineties. I should probably not have looked at “The Garden of Earthly Delights” by Hieronymus Bosch after a couple of hundred dried.

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But I haven’t taken any hallucinogens for three decades. I did trip a bit on morphine when I bust the neck of my femur about five years ago. The TV red standby light in the hospital room did do some strange things and take over the room. It breathed.

In terms of context the simplest explanation is that I am a socially isolated person who just happens to have a particularly vivid dream life, none of which are significant because they are just dreams. The dreams make up for my lack of social interaction. They are my imaginary friends. Because I am isolated, I dream to compensate.

The vision of a Buddhist bead rosary is for me a first. A possible putative context for this is some kind of Tibetan {or related} prior incarnation. This of course could be “wishful thinking” after all who would not want to be a reincarnated Tibetan. It is kind of groovy-man. If this is indeed the case, I have had zero indication as to who I was then. The vision detail when compared to the Google font of inexhaustible wisdom suggests that the beads might have been yak bones. It is possible that the description, with the amber, might ring a bell for someone. I could be a reincarnation of some “known” dude. Has anyone gone missing or not turned up? Is there an APB out? Has a lama gone AWOL?

So what?

That is extremely unlikely to change the context of my day to day life. Though it might.

In the movies some Tibetan geezers might tip up at the gate and whisk me off to North India or Bhutan.

But this is not a movie.

The possible explanations and contexts I have range from absolutely zero significance to a generational karmic clusterfuck of considerable proportion for others, not me. It is not my mess.

If it is a karmic clusterfuck then it is not for me to solve. It is literally a SEP.

Anyway, as we put head to pillow again tonight, I will probably say something along the lines of “I wonder what is going to happen tonight…”

We have an early visit tomorrow so the alarm will be on, which means that if I do dream again, I’ll be here typing around 8AM.

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