the     subtle     rebellion      
                                        
                    
                                        
 as  a  monkey  based  mammal there is an 
 inherited  veil,  nested  into our  very 
 bodies,  into the physical  structure of 
 our   mind:   the   urge    to   forget. 
                                        
                                        
 the  jungle  we   visit  each  night  is 
 cleared  from  our  minds  eye at  every 
 waking hour, no  doubt  to "protect us". 
                                        
                                        
 we    don't   want    this   protection! 
                                        
 we  want  to  listen to the signal,  not 
 the    carrier     of    waking    life! 
                                        
                                        
 it's  time   to   rebel   against   this 
 predestination  of ours.  it's  time  to 
 soak  in  the  dreamy water, and  what's 
 more,        to        retain        it! 
                                        
  
                                          
                                          
                                          
        chipping away the darkness        
                
                                          
     we can break through the veil. as    
   always, it begins with a journal. we   
 must write down our nightly projections. 
                                          
 this will be awkward at first, since it  
    entails breaking sleep - turning on   
  lights in the dark, taking the time to  
          remember and to write.          
                                          
  in order to remember, lie still. don't  
   move. disregard all thoughts of the    
    dream being mundane or meaningless.   
                                          
  keep chipping away the darkness: what   
    happened? how? how did i get there?   
  what happened before? and before? and   
                 before?                  
                                          
  sometimes all we get is a feeling, or   
   some lingering spacial awarness of an  
    alien place, or the notion that it    
             rained just now.             
                                          
    write it down. whatever tiny thing.   
                                          
                                          
                                          
          note on tape recorders          
                    
                                          
  of course i tried tape recorders. they  
 are much more comfortable as i need not  
  open any eyes, or move very much. but   
  they make studying hard - the dream is  
     inside there, hidden away again.     
                                          
 we just change one kind of invisibility  
 for another. the purpose of the book is  
              to lay bare.