1, I swear I smelled a yucca and it smelled like rotten meat! I know there's the hoodia that has the rotten meat-to-attract-pollinators smell. DAMNIT. I'm sorry if I mixed that up. How bout I say in the alternate universe of this painting here, the yuccas smell like rotten meat?
2, we also talked about the song he did with Michael Jackson "Say Say Say." And about doing "Cut Me Some Slack" live with the guys from Nirvana. And about the guitar he's playing in the song. He talked a little about George Harrison's playing and writing tendencies. And we talked for a minute about the Beatles' Maharishi Mahesh Yogi phase.
But yeah, when I was telling him the dream, it got into weirdness for a split second. Who cares though, right? He certainly didn't. Also, dreams aren't literal. Most of the time they're symbolic/associative. We dream in a language of these symbols. A language there isn't really words for. A language like a fingerprint of our unique associations, emotions, or memories, or feelings.
Sometimes trying to describe a dream in words doesn't work, at least for me.
I'm way into dreams. Archetypal psychology can be an interesting lens.
But yeah, when I was telling him the dream, it got into weirdness for a split second. Who cares though, right? He certainly didn't. Also, dreams aren't literal. Most of the time they're symbolic/associative. We dream in a language of these symbols. A language there isn't really words for. A language like a fingerprint of our unique associations, emotions, or memories, or feelings.
Sometimes trying to describe a dream in words doesn't work, at least for me.
I'm way into dreams. Archetypal psychology can be an interesting lens.
You remember your dreams, "Smells like urine"?