Sparky Blogs

I imagine death  think of my dream so much it feels more like a memory. Last week, if you asked me if I've moved on, I would say "yeah!" I mean, sure I would think about it from time to time, but for the majority of my days, it never comes to mind... Until I had that dream. Of course, upon waking up, I was fully aware of the fantasising and romanticising by my unconsciousness, but... the emotion the dream left me with was like flicking a switch in my brain. The switch is still on and I don't know how to turn it off. The images of that dream have been lingering at the back of my mind for a couple of days already. I think of the scenes so much that I'm certain I must've at some point changed some details of the image on accident. The more I think about it, the less certain I am with the details of the image, but the more deeply affected I am by the emotion .  I try to grasp tightly every remaining droplet of what I remember from the dream until the shapes start ...

There are aliens around me. I don't mean they have slimey bodies with googly eyes, but they communicate very very differently. I struggle to understand their communication. It's interesting how when one says something to the other, the other does not respond to that but instead voice their opinion. Then, the first person repeats what they said previously, and the other does the same. The cycle keeps on going because no one stops and listens to the other. Do these aliens have a less sensitive antenna? Were they communicating in different frequencies? Is that why? Or is this just the way aliens communicate? Sparky x