Subconscious Alternate Reality State, or what I like to call Limboland. It’s the place your brain goes when you’re falling asleep, but not quite there. You know what I’m talking about. It’s that Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds multi-colored whirlwind of disjointed thoughts and images in combinations that your conscious self can’t even comprehend. Nightly I will hear my brain say, “Where in the hell did that come from?” after some wholly unfathomable series of flotsam collides and forms a hideous glimpse into the other possibilities of who I think I am. I then ask myself how my brain talks to me, which inevitably leads into the questions of our very existence, and then it’s a pot of coffee and another night writing blogs. Even as it sometimes terrifies me, I am fascinated by this other me that resides somewhere between what I think I know about who I am and what I think I don’t know about who I might also be. Of course, I am a Gemini, so these internal conflicts are nothing new to me. I’ve been at war with myself since my first two cognitive thoughts failed to agree on which one came first. Limboland is the playground where the other me gets to come out and play. It works hard all day, humming quietly along protecting me from my flawed conscious self, then cuts loose like a frat boy on meth just when the rest of me is trying to get some sleep. But, I laugh at it much more often than I cringe from it.
It is my favorite part of the day.
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