I write;I think;I know.

Awareness dawns

My dreams are funny. Sometimes I dream the future, and I do really mean the future. Weeks later it'll translate as a vague feeling of deja-vu, of finally understanding a point, followed by a sense of the place I was the moment I woke after having the dream. A sense of presence you could call it. Sometimes I dream my self things that happened in the past to get me to remember how it's possible to be innocent and guilty at the same time. The unconscious me relaying images the conscious me finds hard to deal with. Memories hidden from the conscious for reasons I'm unable to speak. Sometimes I just swim into a dream. Allow the thoughts which perceive me as master to talk to me. People talk to me in dreams too. But on the whole the people are not remembered when I wake up. For the are unspoken messages in dreams far more demanding of my attention.