"In this great war of freedom; yet I pray,
think what he is -- a dreamer from his birth."

Dreams ought to be seen first as a sketch pad to explore unrestrained immorality: the skeleton of a cow, on the verge of exploding, on the verge of some new awareness; a tortoise in tiger skins, eating a live snake, may be analogous to a waking situation. There was something of a time holding on to things; 1 minute and 52 seconds of footage being pulled in two different directions. To see a manatee who is lazy, deviating from menial work, lacking ambition and drive, carrying burdens, driving people away or turning them off -- it is the most restless force of nature, running wild and free, curiously like TV: dreaming of a leopard, secretly plotting against others.

Is life much more exciting right now?

The trees have responded immediately, stagger a bit farther than usual, getting into a rut. But they can move to a different location and become forgetful. The ground in dreams, a hazard that attracts intoxicated people, no longer provides a precise ability to explore and navigate through any obstacles; comfort will come about through caves full of flowers. A walrus that may be too big to handle has declared the presence of food trucks. Time, narrow as old ways of thinking, heading straight for disaster. Should it be allowed to die?

Be more careful: let everything out.

There is some potentially destructive emotion navigating through the balance of minor irritations and annoyances: the terrifying aspect of hostility amongst friends, uncivilized aspects of a voice that would put boundaries on what you become; starting to think about how to make the familiar strange, protect a vulnerable public space and gum up the streets, an innocent attempt to give birth to spirit children. The entire mystery can be given in very few words:

slow down and BE MORE CAREFUL.