The Abstract in Isolation.

All day today I kept having brief senses of a dream I must have had last night. I say ‘senses’ because I saw no pictures, read no text, nor heard any voices. I don’t know what the dream was about. The glimpses I had were just senses, and it happens to me a lot.

This seems to tie in with what I’ve been hypothesising about lately – that all sensory input is the means by which we experience the abstract. So maybe it’s entirely right that all I remember about the dream should be the abstract inner layer.

I’ll go back to the outer layer later and report on how I made life better at Sainsbury’s, Ashbourne today. It’s about time we had a success story.