I had a friend, father of another friend of mine and my wife's. He was a tank guy in WWII. Killed a number of people. Had a cool and complicated shotgun he took off a guy - a German civilian - who tried to shoot him, and who missed. But he - my friend - did not miss.
In his late 80's and into his 90's, he had really bad dreams where he relived his time in Europe. Unsettling, violent dreams, which would cause him to thrash and kick and punch in his sleep.
He went back to Europe in much later life to see if he could lay his ghosts to rest. He could not.
This was not the advent of mental or neurological decline, he was sharp as a tack right up until the end.
It was the legacy of what he was required to do as a young man.
Some folks think that sleep, and dreaming, is another bardo. Another form of consciousness, distinct from waking awareness. I don't really know, one way of the other.
But my own thought is that sleep and dreaming is the time when your mind and consciousness tries to repair itself. Tries to come to terms with and resolve all the crap you don't have the time or attention or capacity to resolve in your waking life.
It's kind of a gift. Not always welcome, but essential nonetheless.
I try to remember and pay attention to dreams. I don't think of them as some kind of messages from the great beyond. They just seem like messages from myself, to myself. Or maybe not even messages, just ruminations.
But helpful, and occasionally useful. Sometimes amusing, sometimes disturbing. More or less your own mind, without the filters. But speaking in images, not prose.
2025-12-08 00:33:43
5 mg of indica MJ at bedtime. sleep like a baby. or better than a baby, maybe.
even before they made MJ legal in MA, I slept pretty well. I enjoy my dreams, they're often funny. And I'm often the butt of the joke.
that said...
I had a friend, father of another friend of mine and my wife's. He was a tank guy in WWII. Killed a number of people. Had a cool and complicated shotgun he took off a guy - a German civilian - who tried to shoot him, and who missed. But he - my friend - did not miss.
In his late 80's and into his 90's, he had really bad dreams where he relived his time in Europe. Unsettling, violent dreams, which would cause him to thrash and kick and punch in his sleep.
He went back to Europe in much later life to see if he could lay his ghosts to rest. He could not.
This was not the advent of mental or neurological decline, he was sharp as a tack right up until the end.
It was the legacy of what he was required to do as a young man.
Some folks think that sleep, and dreaming, is another bardo. Another form of consciousness, distinct from waking awareness. I don't really know, one way of the other.
But my own thought is that sleep and dreaming is the time when your mind and consciousness tries to repair itself. Tries to come to terms with and resolve all the crap you don't have the time or attention or capacity to resolve in your waking life.
It's kind of a gift. Not always welcome, but essential nonetheless.
I try to remember and pay attention to dreams. I don't think of them as some kind of messages from the great beyond. They just seem like messages from myself, to myself. Or maybe not even messages, just ruminations.
But helpful, and occasionally useful. Sometimes amusing, sometimes disturbing. More or less your own mind, without the filters. But speaking in images, not prose.
5 mg of indica MJ at bedtime. sleep like a baby. or better than a baby, maybe.
even before they made MJ legal in MA, I slept pretty well. I enjoy my dreams, they're often funny. And I'm often the butt of the joke.
I take it as a sign of sanity.