Knackered Envisions the Scope of Time with Benzos

   Hey there.  Knackered here.  While he sleeps, Knackered goes places and does things.  He has conversations, stays in different homes and visits with a host of different people.  

   Usually they’re friendly, but sometimes not.  When he’s hanging out with them, he walks, talks aloud, and gets up to all kinds of crazy things.  

   Sometimes he has to yell and scream. He’s been known to argue with them, run for cover, and fall out of bed on more than one occasion.

   This does not endear him to others. The house-guard dog barks at him and wakes everybody else up. When this happens, they don’t want to be his friends at all. At least for the rest of the night.  

   All this has required much inquiry on Knackered’s part. Deep stuff, you know.  Freud would love to get ahold of him, or at least others of the same ilk.  But it’s not happening.  

   Knackered’s mystical mind has travelled eastward over time to discover that what he’s experiencing can’t be labeled by western psychological terminology.  Although it’s called lucid dreaming on this side of the pond, it appears that there’s a lot more actually going on.  

   That’s a good thing, as he’s been diagnosed to death downtown and run through studies and received hypotheses of all kinds. He won’t be taking any more meds, going through any more sleep studies or be getting treated for PTSD as an in-patient.   

   If you can allow yourself to go there, spiritual and mystical thinking through the ages have worked on this stuff and come to realize that dreams about your house  generally parallel the life you have, one to come, or one that’s come to pass. The condition of the home in your dreams can be interpreted to have much to say about the health and welfare of your current existence.  And provide clues as to where your consciousness has been hanging out in the past.

   Worst case scenario being your home is afire. The blazing inferno can portend the demise of the life you’re now living. Better get out while you can.  

   While asleep Knackered lives, works and interacts with the people living in these different places and times, but he has no idea who they are.  

   There is one home in particular that he keeps returning to, time and again.  It’s quite similar to the one that he currently lives in.  The upper part is under construction and hasn’t been completed.

   Its rooms are not finished, though familiar folk come to visit from time to time and stay up there.  Knackerd’s not quite sure as to the layout and seldom climbs the stairs to venture into the rooms.  

   Once he wandered to the very top and found a small turret-like viewpoint space with large and expansive windows.  Through them you could see forever in all directions.  The panorama speaks of things he’s never seen, but would like to. The view took his breath away.  Of course it did.