Gathering wood in the outback. Eating meals by the fire. Listening to crickets and a celestial choir.
Woke up to some curious dingos sniffing out the bear. I gave them the rasta brup brup. But they just cocked they’re little heads and stared blankly before sauntering back into the desert. fell back asleep and went spiralling from dream to dream to even deeper dream. Woke back up to a brightness I thought was sunrise, stirring from my bed and blinking the sleep from my eyes, marvelling at the intense illumination of the Milky Way streaming magicdark and white matter across this powerful outback country.
Counting constellations instead of sheep. Powerful tales these dreams do keep