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If we are simply consciousness experiencing ourselves as humans and what comes with life on earth, why cant we just do whatever we want whenever we want?
Why cant I simply appear in Paris with a loft apartment and be a large canvas artist with a siamese cat and a bicycle with a basket who shops at farmers markets and has a rich boyfriend who takes me to the country in his topless retro car?
And then when Im done with experiencing that, why cant I simply appear in Hawaii in a beach house and surf all day, then make love all night with an island boy who doesnt say much but expresses his adoration for me in the way he touches me.
And when I am full from that, why cant I simply appear in a cabin in the woods of Northern America with a horse and a dog as my companions when I hunt and forage my food and explore the hills and valleys that surround us.
These things make sense to me, to be able to experience everything my spirit craves. These are the reasons I wake up confused because I can simply appear in different places in my dreams but yet I wake up to a reality that is nothing like the ease I experience when asleep.
Real life doesn’t make sense to me at all. And so it’s no wonder I hide at home and sleep all the time. I’ve found a place that makes sense to me.
