In reality, I want to put you away. I want to store you conveniently in a box under my bed where I only need take you out on occasion. Instead, you are a constant presence. You are in most everything I imagine from fleeting thoughts to dreams and everywhere in between. I know you are …
I have a dream
I had this dream...and it was me and a musician. Usually I am not me in my dreams and the musician wasn't familiar. I knew everyone else in my dream. To Jung this would mean that they were not really people I know only that those people represent something to me. To Freud it would …
Dixie's Road Trip 