getting over the log

yesterday we hiked Texas creek. when we met a fallen log, Lucas(placeholder name for my younger brother who is autistic) hit a wall and was filled with the depths of hell. after my sister expertly consoled with him, and my parents if anything made things difficult the whole time, he got up and crossed his log. it was all an upward climb to glory and freedom from there. we soared through the void effortlessly. dreams were discussed. Luke's dreams are his universe and he is there holy man. the source. spirals of color emanate from the tendrils of his unconscious mind. he is aware, awake, omniscient. he mentioned that everything that will ever happen in his life is already past happening and nothing all at the same time. he talked about his mental operating system and how he has trouble running on low-power mode. i talked to him about self control and separating spirit from self. how to file your impulses as separate from your true self and make decisions on what is worth your physical interacting with.
if the charachters in his dreams are aspects of him but they arent aware of there source, there existence isnt any different than our waking existence in the dream of our source