wink from a jaundiced eye: Infrastructure of Imagination

I often ask myself when I look at the world, is this an infrastructure of imagination?

I dreamed I was in a gray cocoon where I could dream of anything, materialize anything I pleased. I created a dream of a new life and lived it. But do the ideas and the company come from within me? Am I participating in a solipsistic paradise, and my playmates and friends just figments of my fantasy?

What am I then, but a gossamer of frequencies and light. A blue electrical haze that, between dreams grunts around the floor of this enormous gray internal edifice.

Dreams, experiences and imaginings that are outside the mainstream.

My dreams can be a little strange and have altered my view of life and reality; they have reflected things that seem real or that could be real, or will be real.

When people I know die, I have become aware of it while I sleep and have dreamed that I am them in the process of dying. This is especially disconcerting when I discover the next day, or a couple of days later that the person is dead.

I no longer believe that anything in my experience should necessarily conform to the nominally scientific paradigm that so many of us have come to know and love.

For good reason.

I write here about the thoughts and feelings that have been provoked by those "any" things and commit a variety of other heresies as well.

I am quite comfortable with heresy these days.