Palliativity 172: dreaming of flight

Over the years, I taught myself how to lucid dream.

When Waking Life came out in 2001, I went to the Music Box theater and watched it three times in one weekend.

After a bit of practice, lucid dreaming became the only kind I have.

My waking life is filled with chronic pain, and dreaming became my escape.

When I close my eyes to sleep, I emerge into a blank construct of reality over which I have total control. I can be anyone or anything anywhere. I feel no pain. When I awaken in the morning, I have total recall. I converse with the living as well as the dead. I reenact plays and epic films. I speak every language and play every instrument. I breathe underwater and rocket thru space and time. I can fly:

“super perfundo on the early eve of your day”

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