What if our dreams are real and what we experience when we are ‘awake’ is the illusion?
We work to earn money only to keep the vessel in which we dream fed, clothed and housed.
What if it’s all about our dreams?
What if we feel fear and love, anger and hope only to give them context?
What if we watch birds fly and buildings burn to the ground only to provide fuel for them?
In our waking hours we don’t or can’t realize the consequences of never having learned to play the drums. It’s only when we dream of orchestras that we truly understand… as we’re led to the repercussion section.
What if the psychonauts are on the right trail?
What if we can do anything? Everything?