the dreams informed me that trees, are elder things, eldrich beings.
jazz in the dream, was the central consciousness. they were the base from which the soul flew.
it was implied in the dream that the plurality still existed
dulce, in the bar, commented to jazz (who, all was one, but thoughtforms still seperated), that they should go outside and take a look at the intersection signs.
we did.
past the threshhold from; bar to street, the dreamscape didnt change. focus. breathe. hold onto the image, and scape. the signs we watched, we watched, we watched. Afjl Ave Ave kept and kept and kept. we watched. then. dulce asked to look at the other sign. Nfida Fe.
gibberish. we looked back at Afjl Ave, which became Rujs Iwu. dulce confirmed the dreamstate. we went back inside the bar. and it took clarity and focus, to return, to the bar. instead of the typical dream logic of the place changing, our focused kept it solid. altho we were shaky, like learning to walk.
inside we asked the bar tender for a coke. we looked at the can.
we could see the words and logo. we kept watching it. it did not change. we changed our focus, to the bartender glitching through the mirror behind the counter. and then we focused on the coke can again. our focus had shifted, but upon focusing again on the coke can, the words and logo did not change.
dulce hypothesised, this was because the coke a cola logo, looks less like a word, and more like an image.
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The invention of writing systems at least five thousand years ago allowed the preservation of language on material objects, and was a major technological advancement.
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