I always wonder what it’s like for other people to think. I once dated a guy….OK every guy, when I would ask him what he was thinking, he would say “Nothing”…Nothing really, “how do you do that?” I would beg.  “Like describe to me what you see when you close your eyes” Nothing. Like nothing nothing, or like nothing much nothing? I can’t even imagine nothing.  ” So like right now your thinking of nothing” and he/ they would say “No now I’m thinking about how long this conversation is going to have last, but before when you asked me, I was thinking nothing.”

This has led me to believe I am very special.  Like magic special…which is why I am able to like myself even with all my stretch marks and blemishes…deep down I know I am always thinking something. (except for the one time in deep hypnosis when I fell thru a time portal )  I think in 2 ways. Thoughts and Pictures. I imagine musicians think in music and scientists think in numbers. Dogs think in smells and laser beams. When I close my eyes I see a stream of pictures, Not memories or experiences I have had, just a stream of random seemingly senseless pictures.  Although secretly I believe they are NOT random, and if I somehow printed them all out of my mind and pieced them together they would deliver some very important message…VERY IMPORTANT.  If you ever want to thrill me, just inquire about my eyelid scenes. A few people have sat through the torture of that, akin to sitting thru a lengthy retelling of a very boring dream or all the junior high school poetry ever written. 

Yesterday I had the above vision. Although it scared me when I saw it, I drew it anyway. The babies were not humans and they were alive and the earth womb was pulsating, when I looked closer I realized there were giant heads in the earth womb that had been there since the dawn of time….Does this mean anything to anyone?….ummm, should I maybe keep this stuff to myself?  Are these private thoughts? I need a chaperone.

* go ahead just try and tell me dogs don’t think in laser beams.