I should be sleeping and dreaming, but that’s not working so here’s my follow-up to people’s responses to my recent hippy-prison dream. A few people blew this waaay out of proportion in private emails, so let me try and rein it in a little.

(1) I think there is such a thing as a zeitgeist and (2) I think it’s completely possible to tune into it and become a receiver-transmitter for it. (3) I think I know what my brain was trying to say with this and the follow-up dream I posted about in my comments.

The dream was essentially addressing my feelings of perceived psychological-emotional (and perhaps real) “danger” over the fullest expression of what and where I’d like to be as a writer, artist, musician, etc.

So you have the hippies, who stand for embracing a life lived according to alternative (from the mainstream) authentic lifestyles (in a sometimes unabashedly yet endearingly cheesy way). And then you have the museum/prison thing. The museum wasn’t an old museum: it was a new museum. Indicating something like: the false enshrinement of these old/reviving values something something. Can’t quite put it into solid words yet, but the information is sort of dribbling over and out in other ways. The museum turns into a prison: the glorification of the past becomes some kind of chain or danger, the Land of the Dead, the Dead Moment Collectors, That Place From Which There Can Be No Return™.

The next dream in the series has to do with inverting that symbol to free up the energy trapped in the symbol-orgone-accumulator majiggy. The museum becomes open to the public, I have crazy sex, gain super-powers and start floating around. The dream makes more sense if you know what I’ve been working on meanwhile back in the real world, away from both dreams and blogs: just tons and tons of poetry (none of it’s really online though yet), singing and recording: activities and passions which I have allowed to lay dormant for years while I focused on other things, on perfecting my writing, and on understanding symbols and the esoteric myths, masks and secrets of them played out in actual life.

So going back into those things represents, on a certain level, some kind of danger: going back into old feelings of where and when and why I abandoned those things in the first place: feelings of inadequacy, regret or imagined lack of acceptance from others for not only speaking my mind, but raising my voice and singing it out.

The results were, as you may have guessed from my “normal” writing, very weird. Extremely apocalyptic, romantic, morbid and violent. Very non-linear, very Val Kilmer as Jim Morrison in the Doors movie (as opposed to the actual Jim Morrison), very Indians bleeding in the desert-dawn type of shit. But in the span of time between the first and second dreams, I went into that space, I channeled that energy in waking life I was afraid of and I kicked down the first of several doors (oh shit!) separating me from where I am going. The trajectory is now in place. And that’s what the second dream was a response to: having turned the museum/prison inside out and been granted boons through union with its dark active principle (sex with a “hot chick” who worked in some inner sanctum of the museum).

If you do find yourself in the peculiar position of somehow channeling the zeitgeist and receiving dreams from the future or some parallel world, it seems like the way through it is the same: make the right moves. Be brave and be daring. There is no real danger. The only struggle is to perfect every moment. Danger is just a feeling you have when you’re scared of changing the way you interact with the world. Just kick down the doors.