Nights in altered states

I have the most lucid, vivid, almost incessantly exhaustible dreams. Not every night now but frequently. If I can cut one of them short as I did tonight and wake up, I can remember almost every little detail going back for hours. Then they start to dissipate thankfully.

Are they compensating me for lack of adventure IRL? Or are they stressrelated in periods of concerns over deadlines to be met. They don’t seem to be caused by any one thing, rather they stack ‘em up until release.

I´ve been seeing folks from back yonder, been to places I know but also know don´t exist in that order. I´ve chatted at parties, fastforwarded to juicier scenes, felt almost every emotion I can.

My final feelings about all of this is that what I dream about are peripherals and tangents to the course my life is taking. They embellish some truths, almost all of my morals or lack thereof, rarely reach complete closures and end up feeling more than a tinge staged. But I´m still fond of them.