Here I go again. My lucid dreaming cycle is back. Wild, vivid dreams. I’ve learned of what I hunger for. I’ve learned of what is disturbing me. I’m waking up in a fog wondering whether to go back to sleep in order to keep the story line going. I know that I was struck by something in my sleep. As a matter of fact I woke up singing Oingo Boing’s song Dead Man’s Party. Don’t be afraid of what you can’t see.
As I walked thinking about what my dreams are telling me, I came across this graffiti that made me smile. It looked like one of the squishy beings in my dreams that have been advising me on life.