When I was a kid I used to notice sounds in the background. Things like the hum of an air-conditioner fascinated me because they made me think of little worlds inside. I imagined if I was really tiny that I could walk around in these hidden worlds and explore them. As I got older I realized that music, most clearly synthesizer-based music, created landscapes in my head. Part of the reason for this is psychological in nature; when the human mind encounters something in nature that is inexplicable, it fills in the gaps so that we are able to draw conclusions when we really should not. It's the same reason people swear they see UFOs when it's a bunch of flares falling behind a mountain range. It's not a negative, like cognitive dissonance. It's just how our minds work.

 

Instead of pinning that on the unique interesting qualities of oscillators and waveforms and disregarding it, I went the other direction and started producing my own work. I began producing my own landscapes. When I was little I had 

strange visions. I didn't know what they were or what they meant, but some of the things I saw during the day started to show up in my dreams at night. I made the connection that these dreams I was having could somehow be created sonically. It was like discovering a new sense. Imagine what it would be like if a creature with no

eyes living in the depths of the ocean suddenly gained sight and was shown a coral reef for the first time.

 

I figured out what lucid dreaming was by accident. I woke up one day and recalled that I realized I was dreaming during the dream, and I was able to control my actions and explore inside the dream. I dream music, like that. It's like conjuring a ghost, pulling it out of the ethereal heavens in real time, living, breathing music from another world. It's beautiful. But why?

 

Over the years I've become quite the spiritual person. I sense a divine sheen across the universe. It's everywhere, all the time. Over the years this notion, these dreams and how it connects musically has only become more intense. It has finally reached the point where it is almost constant, and I have figured out that there is some river, some divine stream of consciousness in the universe, that has been running right through me, since I

 

 

 

was a child. I know this because when I close my eyes, it's perpetually there. I don't sit down and try to come up with something creative. It's just always there. I see impossible worlds that aren't here. Is it a gift? A curse?

 

In the late afternoon and early evenings I take a walk. That background drone I hear is the physical manifestation of that river of consciousness flowing through me.