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[Wednesday night October 21st]
I close my eyes and fall into the dark behind my eyelids. I drift for the first little while and then I come to rest on the shores of a beach. Pull myself up onto the glowing white sand and look up at the glowing tree shaped hole in the sky. The thought comes to me that I'm dreaming. So I stand up and test it by causing a huge fish to jump out of the water and tell me it's a dream. The fish looks like a giant bottom fish from the river and its voice is thick and slurred. But it did say what I had told it to.
Now that I know I'm dreaming I have a choice to make, do I stay and play with stuff here or go walking and see what other people are dreamin?. I play with my dream for a bit, changing the water for beer and playing with the shape of the light source. Finally come to the conclusion that of course other people's dreams are more fun because it's more challenging. Here I can do anything, out there I have to fit in a bit with the dream first before I can make significant changes.
This thought instantly brings up a road in front of me and I set off down it. The road is nothing special, just a dirt track thumping under my boots. I shift the bags on my shoulders and then dismiss them. I don't need baggage for a dreamwalk. I guess I've been on the road so long the physical memory is bleeding into my dreaming.
Reach the barrier of my dreamspace and with the briefest of glances go right through into the nearest dream. Let's see what's out here tonight.
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I close my eyes and fall into the dark behind my eyelids. I drift for the first little while and then I come to rest on the shores of a beach. Pull myself up onto the glowing white sand and look up at the glowing tree shaped hole in the sky. The thought comes to me that I'm dreaming. So I stand up and test it by causing a huge fish to jump out of the water and tell me it's a dream. The fish looks like a giant bottom fish from the river and its voice is thick and slurred. But it did say what I had told it to.
Now that I know I'm dreaming I have a choice to make, do I stay and play with stuff here or go walking and see what other people are dreamin?. I play with my dream for a bit, changing the water for beer and playing with the shape of the light source. Finally come to the conclusion that of course other people's dreams are more fun because it's more challenging. Here I can do anything, out there I have to fit in a bit with the dream first before I can make significant changes.
This thought instantly brings up a road in front of me and I set off down it. The road is nothing special, just a dirt track thumping under my boots. I shift the bags on my shoulders and then dismiss them. I don't need baggage for a dreamwalk. I guess I've been on the road so long the physical memory is bleeding into my dreaming.
Reach the barrier of my dreamspace and with the briefest of glances go right through into the nearest dream. Let's see what's out here tonight.
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