So, I met up with the Old Dude again a few nights ago, as I was going through my usual dream life stuff. Now, I know what you're thinking. Sheesh, Taobabe is writing up another one of her boring tall-tale dreamscapes again--but let me hasten to assure you, it's not the usual suspect. Bear up with me here.... Continue Reading →
So, do you know why we don't remember most of our dreams? It's not a trick question. The basic answer is, most of our dreams are rather on the boring side, and just as we don't remember every moment in our waking lives because sometimes it's rather dull, our dream lives are also mostly just... Continue Reading →
Zhuangzi was a Taoist sage who lived during the 4th century BCE. His butterfly dream poem is among the most famous passages in ancient Chinese literature. In this poem, he writes about a dream that he had of being a butterfly, flying about enjoying itself. It did not know that it was Zhuangzi. Suddenly he... Continue Reading →
I had a vivid and memorable dream last night. In my dream, I was going to do a photo shoot and I wanted to have thousands of ladybugs in my photo, rising up above a fantasy wooded glade, so I went to this old man who, I was told, sold all types of bugs. The... Continue Reading →
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