Photo by Caleb Fisher on Unsplash July 14th The day after I released a post contemplating my place as a writer at the crossroads of life, this dream came to me. And with this post, I have made my decision. First, let me tell you about the dream. The dream took place around what appeared to be a public office on a cloudy night. It looked like a smaller version of the Lincoln monument building with a big cobblestone courtyard and walls that squared around it. A crowd had gathered in front of a man seated on a chair in front of a big building and between its pillars. The man had eyes white with blindness and could best be described as the king from the animated movie Atlantis. The people appeared to have gathered for an election, but I am not sure. Some among the crowd seemed to think that this older man was unfit to lead them into the future and sought to retire him, even by force, if they deemed it necessary. Stepping out from the crowd was a group of folks, ready to introduce ch...
A philosophical exploration of dreams and their relevance to the waking world.