glyrrh

Feb 29 morning dream

2008-02-29T18:03:54Z

This dream elaborated on salvia divinorum.I snorted a powder in the dream that was to be salvia. I started laughing when I saw the person before me change from a white mask face to a red face and then disjoint into something indescribable because I don't remember exactly. There were alot of specks in my vision as if I had glitter on my eyelids falling onto my lashes or right onto my eye. Or maybe they were more like milky spots. Then I was supposed to watch the weed of salvia while the people I was with went away, perhaps it was then mine. I remember fiddling around with trying to put a lid on a metal tin full of green and brown leaves. I remember people smoking long cigarettes. People that were somewhat beautiful but unapproachable.Like a tall girl with long blonde hair or men with glowing eyes, very hard jawlines, and trendy hair. People that are difficult, people that when I see them in society, they have complexes. Someone left their long cigarette on the tray without ashing it, the ash was a few inches long.My brothers little "pad", very dim. They were sitting in there, laughing, talking, tripping.I have never before had a strong hallucination from a drug but I dreamed about it. And I dreamed about the drug culture that I've seen existing, wavering, existing.

age

2008-02-29T02:58:03Z

I fear the cause and meaning and onset of old age.
I fear it taking away the color of paul's hair
and making us weak
and wrinkled
I hope we are not content with life even then and are only understand and competent with it.

wawm litse

2008-02-29T02:51:58Z

There is no specific blocker that I've noticed...Not the sort that others claim/swear by. The only blocker seems to be this ominous remainder in me, a sort of subconscious wrecker-blocker. I have spurts of action that bypass it once in awhile.
Its fuel is my willingness to move onto something time-consuming and neutral, or maybe not even so.
Whatever it is...I feel an uneasiness in my own skin and as a default to seeing what I see. Will change. Is changing.
I think of woods in my head often, they have these powerful somewhat muted colors. Warm, cold colors.
Winter colors. I think of the bark that is the color of Paul's hair.
Sometimes I think of small societies not connected to the current mechanistic society. In my head I see these people on the BRC playa or lush, covert hills or equidistant spacial plains wherein are deer and deer-types, and tall silvery grass and big thunder clouds and warm human skin and long soft hair, I have these (are they idealistic, romantic, what could they be labeled if there were to, all of which a deeply embedded person would envision in unique ways?) visions and I am ok with sleeping during living because my action is cyclic and all hallucinations add a piece of information. But if there is a place where my bucket of life gets dumped when I end life, I don't know, and don't know if I would spend time considering to answer. The plain of I don't know...the falling, reeling, spinning, sucking, dizzying pull of cosmic drifting, heads full of nebulae and gaseous planetary layers and dark matters (that we talk) and warm lights...warm lights...

ra

2007-11-14T16:33:51Z

I now - just wanted to taste some real raspberries.