BEING FRIENDS WITH MY SUBCONSCIOUS
I want to be friends with my subconscious. I want to find out what it tries telling me through puzzling dreams and visions.
I close my eyes. I relax. Darkness. Where did the river go that I saw the other day? All I see is darkness. Is this the black community I keep hearing about in the news?
The darkness is silent. I open my eyes.
Perhaps my subconscious is somewhere writing, “Why does he think that I’m responsible for his weird dreams and visions? I have nothing to do with them. Although he seems a little touched, I would like to get to know him better and find out what he’s all about.”