- 5 years ago
Playing tracks by
Sample, Foxygen, Sweet Valley, Inc., Schumann Resonance and more.
I used to dream in colours and language. My subconscious tapped into my greatest ambitions and deepest fears nightly; it left me terrified, exalted, antsy, compelled...
My dreams have slipped away from me and sleep has been rendered a pragmatic exercise. It's not that I don't dream at all, it's that the mysticism is muted. Have I abused too many cells along the way? Have I killed the dreamer? This isn't like losing your keys, where you can have new ones cut tomorrow. To remember how to dream, in all of it's forms, is an exercise in letting go and retraining the whimsy of an uncontrolled mind.
This here is a selfishly constructed mix. This one is for me, and hopefully you connect with it also, but I thought of only myself while putting it together. If I were to contrive a most eclectic dreamworld, one which contained all the pleasures and sorrows of an unreal world, it may sound something like this. Think stupor, fear, wariness, flight, falls, sex, elation, calm, clarity.