had a dream last night.

miles and miles above and between them.

there is a truck with me in it and the sky is gray. not gray like purple overcast skies, but gray like desaturated black and white gray. the grass is purple and the trees are green. at least one thing is right. the wind blows in from the south east. its dry, but the dirt doesnt come with the wind. i wonder how long its been and how long its going to be. the rocks of the canyon walls are getting closer now. blood red and full of life. scent of pine, but only maples around. just realized im not driving and no one is, but i dont mind. it seems to be doing fine on its own. i dont think i am going anywhere. i am not really in a hurry. never really in a hurry. id just like to know where i am going.

had a dream last night and thats what it was. i looked on the webernet for a reason behind it all. the truck means an overwhelming sense of responsibility. the purple means i have begun showing undying devotion to one aspect of my life. the sky means that i have been or am beginning to be creative. the canyon is the approaching of responsibility.

What i wonder and have wondered is where is the defining line of dream and reality? to make reality one must perceive it with their mind and their senses. i am indeed perceiving the dream with senses all but touch. it was not always like that though. i never used to have dreams with color and it was only until recently that i dream of scent. is this a warning of the developments to come is what i wonder. in other words when i perceive all senses in my mind in my dreams has that become a reality? what line says that this is real and this is not. i would love so much to cross that line and tell you of it all. everything has been explored in our reality. i want something new, but most importantly i want something that is mine. this is something that has begun to become true to me. keep moving.

tim.