Debrajane,

The darkest and most joyful parts of my mind are very close together. Awareness of love, beauty and justice makes us happy, but then we see the contrast with who we are and what we have created and its hard not to get down about that.

I'm in shock that animals eat other animals, that people sacrifice each other and their selves in their quest for the things they seem to need to feel OK. Life to me is a nightmare that I never wake up from. I see some of the things happen to people and it seems something in me is pushed farther than it goes. And it seems there's little consolation. Show a tear in front of someone, a little of what you have experienced, and chances are good that they will try to protect themselves by running away from you. The face is a mirror, the truth is engraved on everyone's soul, and everyone runs around in a panic trying to avoid the reflections.

I realize I'm going off topic here, though maybe not so far. Shared dreaming isn't possible unless the door is open to share, and unless we can bear feeling the part of ourselves that is able to do that.