I had a dream where I was looking through all of my artworks lately. By lately I mean, the ones I haven't drawn at all and yet they existed (perhaps on a quantum level?) as already drawn in the dream. I haven't drawn anything in months really. All kinds of wonderful stuff that I don't even recognise nor remember ever doing and yet, there was that feeling that they were all drawn by me. I had this quizzical thought "I drew these?" and then after noticing the volume of works laying before me, I thought to myself "Hey! Why don't I post these up on my blog?" Then I bolted up awake, all super-excited, as if I'm getting ready to go scan these artworks in and when I got up from bed, that's when I realised "Oh right... that was just a dream..."
Now, that, was a bit too weird for me.
A mind miner is always busy. Whether they're out fishing for ideas in the pools of our collective unconscious, or digging deep within our own subconsciousness, or flying kites during brainstorms, no matter the methods or the means, or wherever the faintest ideas are, they are there, somehow, always bringing them back home..
