On Inception The first thing that comes to mind is the popular movie right? Damn that movie. I see that movie for what it is, and it really gets at me because I'm not skilled enough. The title takes away from the weighty subject they were putting forward. That in a dream we can use the entirety of our minds if we can just achieve balance. If only it were as structured as the movie made it out to be. But they were architects and thieves and business men. Driven, goal oriented minds, who were put into a dream. Not dreamers attempting to build structure. It's so hard to do, and there is so little time to do so. The most infuriating part is that the movie argues that time is just another perception that a person can bend going so far as to say minutes can be years. Which translates to me as you can complete a thought. I can lucid dream, I'm good at it. I practice. Upon deciding to fall asleep I can instantly fade into the script of a dream. I can submerge myself into those stories even when I'm awake because I accept that they are always in motion and know how to find them. Daydreams are so dismissed in the general public but they are wonderful ways to get a jump on dreaming. Hitting the ground running so to speak. I know the mind games I play them continuously. I meditate, clear the board, focus on nothing until it becomes tangible. Becoming comfortable in being mentally naked letting go of the masks so that you have a blank canvas. And then you pick something, anything. I often go with a layer of water. But once you can do that, once you've built that layered emotional checklist. You can play, create, discuss, dictate, fall into step, explore, find boundaries, which you can build or break. See, smell, touch, taste, feel emphatically, absorb instantly, and simultaneously evaporate the whole thing. Then you realize, that you have the tools and a goal. But I don't have details. I'm not an architect, I'm not a pilot, or doctor, or soldier, or musician, or painter, my mind is a grid work. My dreams are a stage, I am a man of ideas. I can absorb information so fast and I know this frustrating reality because of how slow physical reality makes everything. I can perceive the hesitations and road blocks all around me. People are so cloistered and protective of their hard won skills and talents. Their knowledge and aptitude. And I, can understand why. But they won't accept that they need to let go. They make walls and hide behind masks. And that is why people make movies about hidden doorways. About rules with loopholes about getting by traps. So that people will be driven towards a pursuit of freedom. But I find it so very frustrating because it is so damned condescending. The truth is that all of us are far more then mad eyed eccentrics. That once you find an open book it will take so much actual effort to read it. The person, the concrete consciousness of the waking mind is so frightened and suspicious and cautious and so very, very delicately vaporous in a dream. Because it's the context that makes everything else make sense. The only guide to the mad genius inside all of us. That is the perception, and all of us need to accept and strive towards that naked purity of self in order to be healthy. In order to get anywhere you have to be willing to take the first step. Before anyone else in the crowed makes it okay, makes it safe, makes it meaningless. You have to guide in order for a path to be trodden. |
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