Mental Messaging - Episode 2.. On Creativity - In the Land of the Forgotten People
Last Update: August 10, 2012
ENHYPNEDELEO MOY (I reveal my dream)

Dream'd the morning of June 16, 2002

I have couple years of un-tltled dreams. This one was one of them. I didn't search very long this morning when I came upon this one. When engaging in recording dreams, I would be at my keyboard with no lighting and can type when semi-conscious. The writing in these consistently take on a totally different language and note that everything seems to flow spontaneously as in real life.

It has a lesson in creativity. I saw this right away when I read it and decided I would use this one this morning.

06-16-02_In the Village of Forgotten People

I was with others, walking through the desert, and the wilderness, and sometimes in the water with these same people. Now the water was heaving upwards and I was inside the envelope of water trying to get a breath before being covered over. After this first wave I was able to remain on top of the heaves. I think I was in an underground lake.
In the midst of this unstable place was a camp containing rejects from society, people who still wore beads and headbands, congregated in a common-crudely built structure, made from the dry wood found scattered on the floor of the desert. There was a shaven dog there, much like Sugarbear tied up to the end of the line of structure. The dog actually turned into a person who reminded me of Jeff Kepler. There were people coming and going at this little village of forgotten people, and old station wagons covered with the red dust came to and fro.
In the village, music could be heard (actually Final Fantasy IV cave music playing on the television) I went to the source of the sound and it turned out to be a junk couch, hung upside down by its springs, attached to another couch above it. It was swinging back and forth in a rythematic fashion, under some unknown power source. It was part of someone's ingenious contraption of music-making chimes made from junk. Out of curiosity I took the couch down to see why it was sounding like chimes. I put the couch back up where it was, but could not get it where it once was, even though I was hanging it by the same rusty springs and wire it once was hung by. Someone was saying it couldn't be put too high up because the owner of the roof didn't want it there. I could see the worn shingles of this roof. Now there was a big gathering of the villagers there to commemorate the creator's chimes, and I became the power source of the moving couches because I disrupted it in the first place. The whole place was covered with popcorn such that people were wading through it. This camp or village was emptying out.
I found myself travelling away from there, across the barren land and it was moving and heaving under our feet. elongated cracks were forming and turning into ridges which were rising up under us. Everyone was fighting to stay on their feet and not fall into any fissures. We were trying to walk diagonally across these dangerous faults. They looked like some of the ominous-looking cracks on the ocean floor out beyond the abyssal plain.

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Shawn Martin Premium
Thanks for letting us get inside yer head :)
Daniel Euergetes Premium
There are many rooms in there. Some are definitely confidential, others public welcome! Dreams have probably accounted for half of the ideas I get.
willdoweb Premium
I like... kinda trippy. definitely paints a good picture. I have spent years writing but have never actually recorded my dreams...good job man!
Daniel Euergetes Premium
Try it. It takes a bit to get used to but once in the habit, it only gets better.
willdoweb Premium
I actually grew up writing. Rarely remembered my "asleep" dreams but often would be found dreaming just the same. I wrote many of them down in the form of short stories, poems and the like. I, for a couple years now off and on, have been trying to write a novel. I am thinking that I should have started with wa a long time ago in order to create a living in front of where I am writing and a way to market it instead of only starting now. What I was writing about, and still do, is right down the same alley as some of the new "in" kind of things. However, when it comes to my story, I don't think anybody will even think of it.... at least I hope they don't! haha! Here's an excerpt of something I was writing just this morning:

The world has changed. It’s almost like you just woke up from a happy dream. You were playing x-box and listening to the radio while your cold beer was sweating on the table next to your last and only half eaten piece of pizza. The couch, sagged in the middle from endless months of beating this game and that, sitting while you and all of your friends are congregating over the internet, beer, games, hobbies, girls – whatever your poison of choice that night may be, the couch gives testimony to the endless nights and blurry mornings. Your happy dream was a world of laughter, good smoke, good drink, women, games and money. Fun, eventful, exciting and action packed – that was your life! Not that it matters now, it’s all gone. The world – in its entirety – everything you once knew and understood has changed.

--I, personally, am a bit of a family man - and survivalist - but I wrote this to reach out to a different kind of crowd.
Sunflower01 Premium
Wow, so rich and full of detail. Like a painting with words or a Salvadoe Dali video, but your own personal sacred meaning. Certainly makes me think more reflectively of my own dreams. (Btw,I'm not really someone to follow yet as still timid and moving slow :)
Daniel Euergetes Premium
It would not be until later years that subconscious writing would become even more detailed and strikingly vivid. I really didn't know what I was writing until now that I can see the incredible value of learning how to do this.

The funny thing, the mind always has to give a reason for everything, no matter how strange it is. This is why so many marketers often provide information and then cut it short... the mind yearns totality.

I unfollowed. Take your time and hope your endeavours here are lucrative and satisfying.

Thanks for the kindness.
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