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pm 12:48 Friday 2 January 2004

What I'm about to describe happened over roughly two hours, beginning at 10:30 this morning, sleeping late on a day off, while I was lying on my back under three blankets on my bed, with two little dogs nearby, neighbors above and next door doing ordinary things through thin walls, while I was waking and dreaming.

When I first awoke, I realized I was still dreaming, and kept still, simply watching. I think my keeping still allowed things to progress, because the various characters in the dream appeared to ignore my stillness. As I watch (I see) I am in a room, in perhaps a brick-floored villa in Greece, and realize I'm in a labyrinth of some kind. Going to one wall after another, or to one corner or another, it suddenly occurs to me not to do anything. (Because I'm actually awake watching this dream, so my awakened thoughts get piped in, so to speak). The idea is, do absolutely nothing. Rather than try to find something, let something find me!

(Continuing the dream) I'm an old person, I see, old and infirm, and (in my outer consciousness I suddenly get the idea I can touch various parts of my physical body, and in this way modify the course of the dream! (and then I fall more deeply asleep, though not so deep as to keep me from noticing my attention suddenly grabbed by a sensation in the center of my belly!)) I'm in and above a flood of rising water, coming up to ankle level in the room (and I notice the sensation of my crossed ankles in my bed, under three blankets, and realize the sensation is a little uncomfortable, so I cross them the other way and fall back into the dream) I'm at a grey slate wall ahead of me to the right, in front of what appears to be an oversized door knob or something, all clouded and dreamlike, not like a vision at all, I realize, which would be much more immediate, vividly colored, and high-resolution ... no all this is occurring at some background level of my mind, maybe three layers deep, if there can be such a place. (I feel a familiar part of me appropriate, or commandeer, a whole new neuronal circuit, this one reaching around through my left ear, perhaps including a spot on my right forearm, and including a place on my inner right calf, and transforming the entire neuronal circuit into a ridiculously pleasurable sensation reminding me of jagged silver candy with a taste of deep chocolate)

Then in the dream something happened at about three hundred miles an hour. Something came through the right wall ahead of me, as if it was part of the wall itself, and set down what appeared to be the end of an extension cord, whose extended rectangular end was simply an elongated grey block, the kind of thing you might notice in an electronics store and take for a control box of some kind. (Again, I kept still lying there on my back) and the wall retook its previous inert greyness (Fin)

(Dream) I turn the knob in the wall and the wall becomes the floor, and all around me are grey bamboo shoots, cut off to resemble floor-organ pipes, cut off at different levels, so together, their tops form smooth contours ... The open floor pipes, at different levels, have larger and larger diameters, and one quite near me is big enough to dive into, if it weren't so black. (Fin)

 
 
 

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