The dream state is my favorite state.
Because everything is possible in the dream state. Everything changes in the dream state. Everything morphs: A frog becomes a person and then a tree and then it is me and then it vanishes. A home becomes a cafe and then an arcade and the desert and then a space ship and then a forest and then the inside of a womb.
Time doesn't exist in the dream state. Time flows everywhere all at once in a dream state. Language doesn't matter in dream state. The language of dreams is its own metaphysical reality. Like poetry - the language of dreams is the language of the soul. Bodies don't exist in the dream state. The idea of bodies is there, but people are nothing but moving light and essences. Colors changing into one another.
In the dream state nothing matters. Nothing IS matter. There is no matter.
The dream state is a dream, that's why none of it exists.
But when we wake from our dream state, if we are in tune: we have the capacity to feel a snippet of what it felt like to surrender to our imagination.
The dream state is a portal into ourselves, into our sacred selves:
Our imagination. Our subconscious. Our poetry in motion.
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
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