The Forgetfulness of an Artform Dreamer

I once dreamed that I filled my belly full with cereal today and sat down with the sage of things to ask him what he'd say.

He said
"I don't know what you mean?"

I said
"What do I mean?"

He stuck out his tongue and licked some hard candy

I collapsed right there dead into the bowl of soup

I don't know if that dream has anything to do with the life of me, but I woke up yesterday thinking that I was free
I was inside out consciousness, dead from perpetual loss
It was something the sage said before we went on stage
He said, "God I nearly pissed my pants today I was so nervous for this; I scattered all of my things all over my house--I was looking for something, but of course, I had no idea what that was, and I was sweating, and the whole time, I was distracted, because all I could think about was this one line, and I kept forgetting it, and trying to make up different ways to say it-- Ha! It's rediculous! I can hardly breathe! Do you think I can do it? Are you as nervous as I am, man?"

I looked at him in his little sage outfit and told him that he should loosen up and improvise if he messed up, and it was really alright the audience would love it don't worry

When I woke up I went to a friend's house we ate ramen and we talked I said that I am beginning to dissolve into the background, and he shook his head and nodded, saying, "I too wonder if we are all characters in some long awaiting imagination, and if it is true what Jesus said about perpetual unity in the Presence of the Lord," and he raised a thin eyebrow without realizing it, and indicated quiet meaning with his right hand, which I thought perhaps suggested that he had come up with the hard candy bit on the cuff.

We laughed about this for some time and then our heads fell dead into our ramen noodles.