"Time goes from present to past."   - Dogen Zenji Jan 17, 99   Jan 10, 99   Jan 05, 99   Dec 30, 98   Dec 20, 98   Dec 17, 98   Dec 15, 98   Dec 6, 98   Dec 3, 98   Nov 15, 98   Nov 1, 98   Oct 24-25, 98   Oct 17, 98   Oct 11-12, 98   Oct 98   Sept 98   Aug 98   July 98   June 98

a tip of the hat to mimi, for having the first journal I found that inspired me to create my own.

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chronicled:	10 feb 99. early am.
spinning:	"Major Tom (German Version)" by Peter Schilling, "Miss America" by Styx

Extremely Vivid Dream last night: I reach for a door into outer space, a starry void.   The instant the door cracks, the vacuum of space rips the door wide open, yanking me through with unstoppable, unshakable force, and I'm accelerated to inhuman speeds.   In a blink the door dwindles to a speck against a black backdrop, and I'm hurtling through space, in fantastic sweeping arcs and curves.   At immeasurable speed.   My will controls the direction and path of travel: I'm rocketing this way, then that; left, right; up, down.   I point myself in a direction and think myself there.   My body simply a tool, a conduit for what my mind wishes.   I'm flying, lunging, riding the tip of an endless snaking bolt of lightning.   Something impossible to imagine is tangible shocking sensation and perfect clarity.   My senses & my consciousness exhilarated, charged, like a cool blast of wind passing through my mind. In another blink, I will myself back / the door rushes up at me / I'm standing back on the other side, the speed reduced instantly, effortlessly to zero.   All is quiet, and I draw my first breath.