Wakescape

There’s some kind of leak between my dreams and my so-called reality. It used to be one way, the normal way: bits and pieces of my life show up randomly in dreams. You know, your dog is in your dream, giving you advice, and she’s also your mother. But ever since April 13th, dream-stuff has been appearing in my waking world. For example, as I am writing this, I’m sitting in a café in Vermont, and on the chalk-written menu is raisin-flavored kombucha. Yes, Vermont is full of the hippy probiotic drink kombucha. But nobody really makes raison-flavored kombucha. It’s something I dreamed last night, along with the kombucha-flavored, vegan, raw chocolate cream pie, which I just noticed is also on display here in this café. It makes me wonder what else I’m seeing that I forget I dreamed up.

The Most Brilliant Things Ever Written

 

• I discovered the other day that I was the greatest poet of all time. And, the mere fact that I hadn’t yet thought off any of my great poems did not in any way diminish that reality.

Before I Have My Wisdom Teeth Removed….

I have finally given in to the dental industry and agreed to let them remove my wisdom teeth. I thought I’d better record any wisdom here beforeI lose it all with my teeth.

• This body isn’t mine. I’m borrowing it from the Earth.

Some things I’ve learned this lifetime

Love illuminates life.

Only when children realize how much power they have in the public school system will we see real change in education.

My dog is a a master Taoist.