the following is an excerpt from a recent attempt to recall my dreams upon waking (having hit snooze way too many times)
“oh they are about to dissipate-
there was this place- people everywhere- relatives? everything was different, like we had spirit selves or something. i remember vague shapes i was trying to catch up with, and ask why they did the things they did.
there was a secret, and there were powers.
there was a shmoo-shape which may have been all of us- our spiritual power interpreted, possibly sent ahead to do things we could not do…”