Sunday, June 10, 2012

A deal, a bet

Strange dreams, a broken camera.  Is it possible that not having a job is beginning to actually get to me.  I awoke being stressed at my inability to fix a camera that had broken.  I was fretting in the dream that the lens had broken and I had no way of replacing it.    

Who knows.  I tire easily of those that try to interpret dreams, either their own or those of others.  Most dreams seem self-explanatory.  The mind creates stories out of nearly random synapse firings, a waterfall that slows to a trickle in sleep but does not allow itself to cease altogether.  In the waking hours the semi-conscious mind begins to direct the flow of ideas.  With us all there is a negotiation in the dark.