Title: watch the skies

Gender: Male

Age: 39

Sun Sign: Scorpio

Chinese Sign: Metal Dog

Location: Leicester, England

I wonder regularly about where ideas come from. What is a dream? Is it your unconscious making sense of the day's data… processing the vast quantities of information, putting it in to structures, creating new meanings and interpretations for experiences acquired during waking hours. And what does the unconscious mind make of experiences during sleeping hours… if someone speaks to us whilst in slumber how does that affect our programming?

We all use a small portion of our brains, some more than others. But there is no right way. I read that Einstein used techniques such as whole brain thinking, lucid dreaming and image streaming to solve some of the more complex questions that the universe was asking. Can we all do that? Are we all geniuses deep down under the water? My thinking moves on to authors… I love to delve in to the wonderfully rich landscapes of authors… how did Tolkien paint a world with such minute detail? Is the Harry Potter story in all of us, and it was just that JK was the first to notice it bubbling to the surface and in to her conscious mind? I wonder whether that explains the resonance with which the monomyth appeals to people across the globe. I wonder this and much, much more.

You see there is for me so much going on in the world that isn't yet explained. It's not outer space, it's not inner space, it's the space that connects up these other spaces, it's the structures that make up what we call reality, like the scaffolding behind the set on a theatre stage. Sometimes I feel like I am behind the set, peeking out at the audience gazing in wonder at the small pocket of constructed reality presented to them by a writer, director and actors. But I don't know what's behind, it's all dark and yet somehow I know that there are struts and links and forces in play that keep the set in place and prevent it from falling down, leaving the audience to see me peeking at them, wondering if this is part of the reality, the story, or has the set broken.

And I wonder what is bubbling under in my unconscious. If we all have all the stories and experiences of every person stored in our unconscious, then what should I look for… answers or questions? Is there a great story to be told that I can be the first one to find? Is there any story? Has this all happened before and am I the only one who wonders what the matrix is? I wonder if I have missed my call to adventure, is the road of trials long since passed or am I only now, writing this, realising the significance of crossing that first threshold. Is my boon bliss? Do I have a higher purpose? Is there such a thing and if there isn't then is my boon bliss?

Sometimes I feel like I'm interpreting the news differently to everyone else, I wonder if there are patterns there that no-one else is seeing, and it bothers me that perhaps I'm only thinking this because I've seen too many sci-fi movies and believe too quickly in conspiracy theory. Perhaps co-incidence is just that, and that people really do have a positive intention for everything they do.

What is a dream? Is it an encoded message awaiting someone to have the right code to unlock it… What should I do with that dream, write it record it or trust that my unconscious knows where and how that information should be managed. I dream every night yet don't remember all of them… who says I dream every night anyway, and what happens if I don't?

I wonder whether I could function in society if I took notice of every piece of information that my unconscious sends me. I feel that I should yet often it requires thought that I don't have time to deal with at that moment, and if I don't will my unconscious ask me again when I have more time?

You have all of the resources you need to be who you want to be and do what you want to do. All you really need is to have faith in yourself and gather as much wisdom as you can to survive those things that aren't under your control. Any man can climb a mountain as long as they accept that there's no way to tell where the rockslides and avalanches will occur. So one day I hope to orbit the earth. I wonder whether this is my bliss. I have never orbited the earth so I wonder how I can visualise this moment and feel the way I feel right now. Perhaps I have, or my unconscious knows someone who has and can borrow the feeling. Perhaps even as I stare down at the beauty that is our home planet, someone else is staring at me from behind the set of this airless stage.

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