Adult: The images make sense...
Oops: Sometimes you see more when you are very tired...
Baby: Trying to make sense of a face...
The dream of an unborn...
The tides of the symbols that rushes as a calm sea or tidal wave.
There are dream images, things of our experience, the things we experience when we were babies.
You incorporate the objects around as a way of thinking. You are an adult. You can recognise a face, you might sometimes confuse faces in a wall.
A baby might see the world as warped, a guy's head all out of shape as his mind develops.
But as you regress into infancy, into the thinking and experience of the unborn child... then the strange things happen.
You might have a flow of a dreamscape common to all of mankind. A mythological bush of eyes before you have ever opened yours in the womb, as you hear your mother's heartbeat and flow of her blood through her veins.
Go back further, before you were a gene, then you are the primordial stuff that has only one wish...
A dream for your existence!
There are dream images, things of our experience, the things we experience when we were babies.
You incorporate the objects around as a way of thinking. You are an adult. You can recognise a face, you might sometimes confuse faces in a wall.
A baby might see the world as warped, a guy's head all out of shape as his mind develops.
But as you regress into infancy, into the thinking and experience of the unborn child... then the strange things happen.
You might have a flow of a dreamscape common to all of mankind. A mythological bush of eyes before you have ever opened yours in the womb, as you hear your mother's heartbeat and flow of her blood through her veins.
Go back further, before you were a gene, then you are the primordial stuff that has only one wish...
A dream for your existence!
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