my feet a flying flying

Dream is the collective unconscious. The collective unconscious is not restricted to depressive moods. The first work was about Dream in a depressive episode, in the valleys so to speak. This is Dream when he's very up, in the peaks, and Hob helps tether and ground him a bit more.Title from "Bright Lights" by the Pogues.---Stories, stories, stories, the falling action, the lover's quarrel the betrayed the stabbed in the back, the poetry of motion and the stars falling –he is flying. Light, white and searing, colors, resounding joy and revelry, lights and gold sound, the shadow play on the wall telling a story of hope, stories, stories, stories, the beginning, the rising action, the climax, the epic and the hero's journey: the poetry of motion and the stars rising –

the heights taste of orchid purple.