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.