In Jonathan Carroll's Land of Laughs, two writers bring characters to life. This is a book about dreaming. It's a story about making a dream reality, a character real. And in reality, that's what we're actually doing. You, yes, you there reading this post, you are a character that is real. Who made you? Did you make yourself? Or was it your parents, teachers, peers, township, culture? Who/What made you who you are? Can you change who you are? (It take a lot of energy.) Do you believe that you have complete and utter control over who you are? Do you know you can change? You can be whatever you want to be. All you have to do is dream. Dream in complete. Dream with spaces for the unknown. Dream "reality."
Because this world is a dream. We perceive it. We perceive it differently. I see the fog outside my window - hiding sutro tower and the mixed feelings travel my nervous system superhighway.
Damn, it's a foggy day again.
Oh cool, the fog is so thick and beautiful.
I can't wait until I'm typing my blog out on the beach in Santa Monica.
I love being wrapped in the cool fog.
I wonder if the sun will come out and I'll still go on a picnic today?
These impressions, these feelings, these emotions, these perceptions. Which Heather do they come from? The norcal snob, the transitioner, the excited changatrix, the enchantress, pragmator, the contrarian.
Layers of the onion. So when you peel the onion, you don't actually throw away the pieces. They are cut, peeled away, added to the pot, fried up with the steak, slivered into the salad.
Back to the dream. You can change who you are. You are changing right now. Do you feel alive? Aware? I'm speaking directly to you, reading this. Can't you hear my voice? These words are not printed matter.
I find it's often helpful to know what you want to change towards and have a picture, vision, algorythm in mind. Otherwise, you may wake up a Bull Terrier. Which I suppose would not be so bad. I wouldn't be so excited to wake up a kafkeque cockroach, but I suppose there are worse things. I could wake up a corporate slave or confused teenager or stuck in a normal boring life.
Para viajar, basta existir. To travel, is to exist.
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