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American Dream July 12, 2004

Posted by Matt Hurst in Uncategorized.
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It was one of those mornings where I’d rather sleep in and continue the dream than wake up to face the reality, no matter whether I was tired, which I clearly wasn’t, or not. It’s a luxury few can afford, and simultaneously an altered consciousness that no monetary denomination can afford you. It wasn’t that I had such a detestable reality to face up to that day (or any day for that matter), in fact many of you could say that I am living the American Dream, but like so many lemmings I see walking in line past me as I sleep on my metaphorical sidewalk, I see even less avail in my waking hours to the dream of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. There’s just something inherently comforting in a world of my creation, even as I reach to unsubstantiated wisps of hope and yearn for the dream to continue forever; always to no avail.
It seems that I would rather stay in a state that seems out of my control but exists only in myself than to take part in a world that really is operating independent of me. I know that when I cease to exist in this realm of consciousness the world will continue to move on, and while I know it sounds self-centered: at least in the dream when I pass on I can just wake up. Perhaps this is how our afterlife mythology has emerged over the world’s cultures and peoples for eons – people seek the comfort of waking up to a higher state of consciousness as they cease to exist in the prior existence. Then again, maybe it was just a good dream that felt like a nightmare…

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