Sleeping on a towel spread out on the bathroom floor last night, I don’t remember any dreams. I remember my brother coming down, asking me if I was okay. I remember my shoulders hurting from the floor. No dreams though. When I finally went to my bed, around 9:00am this morning, I remember immediately launching into a whole series of intense important seeming dreams.

The one that really sticks out for me is one where I went or moved to LA with my brother. In this dream, I ended up going out and partying with celebrities. Only I didn’t so much consider them as celebrities. It was like they were just people, and I was just a person, and I was their equal or whatever. I was one of them.

I think this dream relates to what I was talking about the other day in terms of desire. And how, maybe you get rich and famous only after you have created that state inside yourself to such a strong degree that it then manifests externally as well. Maybe I’m closing in on that point. That’s, I think, what that dream tells me.

I’m not saying I want to be famous, per se. At least, not necessarily. Celebrity, in my dream, means moving in a plane outside of the rules of ordinary life. It means being what you are and being it fully, and the power which is unleashed in so doing.

A celebration of identity, celebrity.