I wondered if I’d blog again.
In my years of blogging each post has been born of a compulsion.
To reveal my own experiences
Or matters that ought to be revealed.
Today I awake remembering a dream.
Of a ferry ride, I’d lost my ticket, and frantically searched for my family through crowds of strangers.
Eventually I recognise someone but he doesn’t know me.
What did this mean ?
What are dreams ?
The Aborigine think dreams part of reality.
We know little of ‘consciousness’ let alone sleep.
Are dreams a psychological means of making sense of events, intuition, or reality itself ?
Whatever they are, mine engendered uncertainty, betrayal and disconnection.
The nature of the society in which I live.
Where lies are accepted as truth and only masks are worn .
Media control and manipulate with repetitive themes.
Even blogs /petitions misinform, manipulate and insidiously support .
‘Communication’ is prescribed by substance-less emoticons, kisses, smiles and social niceties.
‘Facts’ made subjective, words meaningless, opinions forbidden, fear pervades making it impossible to connect.
All are strangers.
Hence my dream, perhaps the Aborigines are right.