I had a dream I was in a yellow wood, like the Robert Frost poem, but the roads before me converged into one and I took them both.
I had another dream within which the night sky was filled with dark space ships converging on a single light ship, and in a flash, the light expanded itself and turned the dark ships into embers.
I have experienced the overlapping of the space time continuum. I am here to tell you that it is beautiful, and it is this that we call "the flow."
Put down your electric dialog clocks, and reach internal to your cosmic clock.