Dreams
Flashback: I'm 8 years old and I'm lying in bed trying to sleep but really not having much success with that. I think about the recurring dream that I used to have when I was maybe 5 or 6 that had something to do with moving shapes or blocks moving in time but I have difficulty visualising them clearly. I'd never have been able to guess that almost 20 years later, whilst under the influence of nitrous oxide, I'd not just be able to see the dream as vivid as daylight, but also see how connected the repeating pattern and loops of these shapes forged major decisions I took and the path my life has taken.
However, I'm told that I just rolled over and was moo-ing like a cow.
The Subsource journey brings me to meet many interesting people (perhaps an open-mind help towards finding people more interesting than they otherwise would be). A middle-aged lady I encountered the other day was taking photos with a swanky digital camera at a time and place that was certainly non-worthy of capturing anything of particular note. Out of sheer curiosity I was compelled to ask her what she was taking pictures of. Her reply was that having been diagnosed with chronic leukemia the previous month, she wanted an accurate portrayal of her life and her surroundings to be kept for her baby daughter. I have no idea of what a slightly rusted drainpipe, a small patch of lawn and myself as a random stranger is supposed to be an accurate portrayal of, and hope my expression in the snapshot doesn't confuse the daughter too much.
