The wanderings of the mind into the chaotic wilderness of night provides a topic that no one can reconcile as a portal presaging the universal road beyond physical life or simply a jumbled mental reflection of one’s life’s events. There are longstanding party games where one picks random but familiar objects and makes a story that weaves a meaningful around their totality. The momentary ingenuity of the teller of the unplanned tale provides the meaning. The mystery of the exact nature of activity performed during the witching hour remaining impenetrable to the daylight sensibilities of the dreamer. If one pitches a baseball into the empty shadow of a darkened abandoned corridor in one of these somnolent episodes there would not be much comment if it reappeared immediately heading back at the thrower by the same trajectory. If this occurrence happened in real life then there would be some commensurate level of shock afforded at the curiosity of the mechanism that remained hidden. In dreams, one walks within these shadowy corridors abruptly encountering meandering transitions that offer no explanation for their brief appearance, nor any meaning behind their misplaced jabberwocky of content. The emotional residue at waking suggesting that there was validity in an encrypted message directly pertaining to the sum total experience of the inadvertent author and participant.
Does one presage future events that are upcoming in one’s waking life or merely plan them out within our subconscious as a result of these episodes? This thought begging the question of the possibility of that universal connection to realms of existence sympathetic to this one. Since the present is merely a temporal state of being that is imperfectly stored in real time within the vagary of personal memory then are we defined by the efficacy of this sometimes imperfect mechanism of recall? The accumulation of one’s waking experience equally being analogous to a similar accretion of barnacles deposited ‘en masse’ beneath a seagoing ocean vessel. This haphazard sum of daily waking encounters appreciable only within a collectively defective arrangement favoring the absolute symmetry of what one considers rational and normal. The truly unconventional filtered out! So one has to wonder is the external in the influence of social convention the mediator that obscures the possibility of further perception that might join these two world’s of human perception together in a more cohesively understandable direction?
The location of the walkway from ship to shore between these worlds is hinted at by emotions one wakes up with about those vague mental images that slowly dissipate. An unpleasant undertone in some cases! The closer one is to achieving a meaningful connection alerting other surreptitious agendas that one not dare admit to. Be they fears, self-recriminations, or deeply buried humiliations that have been paved over by the constant enforcement of the uniformity of a singular acceptable mode of behavior holding sway over the accumulation of years, one is cut off from an essential recognition of the true nature of their total self. It is better to bear the cross upon one’s shoulder than to have their waking dream interrupted by inconvenient knowledge that might despoil the tissue of what one supposes as their default personality. The hesitation of one to readily undertake self-reflection eventually leading them down an aimless dark tunnel to entropy. Hence, one is saddled with deciphering the solution of these enigmas of the previous night lest that person lose focus of the day.