Im thinking about logic and dreams.
The introductory rules of logic im learning for my insufferable lsat study saga is proving valuable for thinking about other aspects of my life. Logic turns the abstract and arbitrary system of language into a machine. A system of clear rules easily translatable from the faulty poetic and semantic messiness of language. Logic converts ideas into complete binaries, there is something or there is not something. There are blue balls or there are not blue balls. Clear and simple. The logic gods stress that it is a different and better language, I have to agree.
See here’s where i think it can be applied elsewhere. What if dreams are a translatable language of real life. Reality is a machine. It is clear cut, systematic. There is [what is right] and [what is not right]. I know exactly what to do when I wake up. BE HUMAN. HAVE A PURPOSE. You’ve got to love the rules, they are so relentlessly enticing, they suck you in immediately and spit you out as soon as you begin to sour. Its all so clear. So beautiful! I know what to do i just have to follow the pattern. Whats not to love about the mechanical apparatus of reality? Its perfectly automated. Oh Shiny, beautiful, and dare I say predictable life..
But dreams. Dreams are just like the fucking incomprehensible subtleties of language with its stupid and unclear meanings. Its so intolerably abstract. Anything goes in dream life just how any set of words get mashed together into a sentence to create something “beautiful.” No mechanism. No right from wrong no this or that. Its anarchastic! Incest, rape, murder, trucks having babies, babies in trucks, shame, guilt, fear. Those are all things that frequent dreams. I mean there are NO RULES. Seriously whats with the spontaneity? Who asked for this dream life? Why do we need it? Because our incompetent shell of human flesh requires its regenerative slumber means i have to subject myself to chaos every night? I refuse the horror. I don’t want to fall asleep.
