I’ve been thinking a lot about dreams at the moment.

Things like Astral travel, different plains of reality, The subconsciouses mind, creativity. Its all fascinating. I’m not going to become a Buddhist, but the best lies contain an element of truth. And i think Buddhism is a very convincing lie for some. Lucid dreaming is really interesting, i want to get a book to teach me how to do it. When I’ve been waking up I’ve been purposely trying to remember what I’ve been dreaming.

Last night we stayed up late watching Gilmore Girls, and so my dreams where about them. Rory was going to break up with Logan because he wouldn’t quite smoking. And i could see the cigarette smoke…but it was like a climbing plant growing across paper. And i remember us releasing a huge crocodile into the river but a man in a pink suit stooped us. very strange.

They say humans only use 10% of their brains. I think that dreams might be the doorway into..what? a higher consciousnesses? One of the main things that has sparked my curiosity with the dream world is my sister Talia telling me about her Dremories. She feels like somewhere, she is another person in another world, and that maybe the fabric between those worlds is rubbing thin at times, and she has these dreams. but they are like memory’s. I want her to investigate the Dremories. I’m going to write a book about it.

Anyway, all this inspiration drove me to write this creative piece: The Dream Theater. It is going to be one of the many creative pieces i will squeeze into: This is not a Book.