Upload your thought stream to the dream state. Stay there a while. Linger. A numinous exchange, it can’t be helped. You don’t want it to be helped. Nor do you need it to be. Idea harvest. Where do they come from? In which fields do they grow, on which trees do they ripen, in which seas do they swim, within which galaxies do they exist? How do they find their way inside you? Can you choose the ones you want? Can you drink them like wine, can you absorb them like a sunbeam? Do they even mean anything at all?

Can you sing them into existence? Can you write them out of the dark?
Do they exist in hard copy, waiting simply for a receiver, ready to deploy? Or more akin to pregnant energy, swirling, swirling, alive and nebulous; ineffable nothingness capable of everything, needing only the arrival of a capable dreamer? Do you find them, or do they find you? Is the journey inward, only, or does the journey inward take you outward, to the vastness of an incomprehensible multiverse?

Upload your thought stream to the dream state. Stay there a while. Linger. Carry back with you the things you find, let the numinous exchange expand with each visit. And deep within this creative evolution, this meaningless everything, in which you exist, there also lies the potential for you to begin to finally create, amongst it all, your very own meaning.