pimg class=”alignright” title=”Zzzzzzzzz…” src=”http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/MDA2008/MDA2010/dream.jpg” alt=”dream” width=”275″ height=”275″ /Some consider it the ultimate Primal ground #8211; a terrain unapologetically wild and forever untamable. It’s the last place a man or woman can live out every deep seated instinct and inclination with no interference from cultural authorities, no entanglement with others and their needs or opinion. I’m talking of course about dreams. (Those titles ruin all the mystery, don’t they?) Yes, I mean those baffling vignettes that take over when we think we’ve finally let go of the day and retreated to peacefully impervious hours. The brain, however, has other plans and sets out with its own agenda. Sometimes we wake unaware of the fictional muddle we’ve witnessed the night before. Other times we’re roused in a cold sweat, physically and emotionally gripped for hours by some bewildering, miserable ordeal. On a few lucky occasions, we’re treated to the good stuff, a […]
Original post by Mark Sisson