Value's in dreams, boy!

One of the big advantages of being paranoid is that you see things where others don't. It can be frightening sometimes, but also wonderful when you feel there's such a synchronicity to the world. And then again what is paranoid? Who said the world isn't full of "invisible" wonders, even from a scientific point of view. And it's built on synchronicity, otherwise it couldn't exist.

I've read one of the Sandman stories again the other day, in which the protagonist recalls a dream he had as a child. He was trapped in a house full of witches, so he climbed up on the roof, but then was casted down by it. And ever since then he had a fear of heights and falling.

Oddly enough, the first dream I can remember is also about being surrounded by witches. I can still tell they were really terrible ones. I woke screaming, not so much because of the dream, but the huge, white head with empty eyes, like a Roman statue, staring at me from my bedroom door. Even after my Mom came in to comfort me, and I have shut and opened my eyes several times.

Back in that story they mention three options in case you have a dream where you fall from heights: 1) You die as you hit the ground. 2) You wake yourself. 3) You fly.
I used to fly without noticing it, just walking and suddenly finding I'm high above all. Sometimes I start to come down against my will, and folks or dogs jumping up can nearly catch me .

But I remember a dream, maybe the first one I was flying in, where I was walking home in our street. As I was getting closer to our door, I realized that I was already at the same level where we lived on the fifth floor. But doing so, I also started to fall, and before I hit the ground with my back, I woke. Not to reality though, instead to a kind of interval, and probably phased into another dream as usually. Surprisingly, the guy in this story also wakes himself to a dark, in-between place in dream, to escape from the witches.

In other dreams I often levitated to our balcony on the fifth floor, to look in through the windows, or actually get into the flat like that, even in the recent years.

Now, the next day I've read another story, and strange as it sounds, the conclusion was that things can seem very different in another dimension. As it happened, the protagonist there could catch sight of an example of this. He saw, exactly like I did as a child, when I woke up from my witch dream, a huge head watching him.

the miracle

I saw a girl from the window. She went down the little alley where they had cut off all those wonderful, huge trees. And only then planted some small ones in their places.

She stopped by one of them, and I wasn't quite sure if I saw it right, but she seemed to touch the stem of it, so suddenly and gently. Then she continued to click on her smart phone, but stayed right there by the young tree.

I got so touched and excited, nearly delirious, that I was hanging on, awaiting if she'd reach out again. For a moment I was thinking, maybe they came up with an app to send samples of things you had physical contact with. Actually, I'm almost sure they did.

After what seemed an eternity, the girl touched the tree again, and when she pulled her hand back, as if stroking the bark, I could swear she kissed her palm. This seemed even stranger, for she was still typing, and holding her eyes on the screen of her mobile as she went on.

But then this felt like the highlight of the day. Now I thought this was a message to me, because I looked out of the window exactly then. Now I imagined a world where we all smile at each other, and my heart felt young once again.

on the institution of radio

I had a shocking flashforward about the host announcing another commercial, right after the news, and then getting back to the listeners to offer more commercial followed by some other useless pile of information, and going on like that the whole day long.
Mind you the channel still might have a name that refers to music.
Except that no-one knows why any longer.
As a matter of fact, nobody wonders anymore.

Hello, and this is Write a haiku each day,
especially if you have a silent lunch break
With nobody to talk to, and nothing to say,
when you can think a bit, while eating your stake

The smell of the wooden floor, the noise of nothing,
while you're idling away in the distant humming
Seriously, let's go out, have a drink!
Instead of using up more digital ink

Breakthrough of the mind

I saw a dragonfly today,
it was trying to get free
It crashed against the windowpane,
because that it couldn't see

But the other side, the world,
it saw as clear as day 
so it tried, even if it hurt
for knowledge numbs the pain