Asleep Again
We land at the burnt scar of an earlier model, where the hidden becomes the lesser part of what’s truly plotted. The skin warps to change flight characteristics; I was alarmingly aware of the reality coursing though the dream; I was in a netherworld, with trimmings, where individual sensations come mute compared to the intensity of their incorporation into a whole. The passage of time was plastic; one can jump forward as easily, as existentially, into the void where null-time rules. The details of the moment where searing were gorgeous, yet only as I zoomed in on them.
1 Comments:
I never ever got my hands on Proteus.
I shall.
You, mon ami - try nitrazepam 2 mg/10kg body weight, no thc or alcohol,
and tell me of the dreams.
I am realizing there are more types of dream states than there are waking states of consciousness. Of course this is a fallacy, but not subjectively - unless you are perpetually lucid. I have accessed some crazy states of late - but haven't even bothered with logs because each day subsumed the next in intensity.
The ones that are too much fun do not allow you rest.
Aside:
The Bardo Thodol describes life, not wholly death - these are octaves of meaning. If you have heard, have faced your fears and demons, whichever needed to manifest - then passage is just that. Learning to dream is so much and I think the gift of sleep gives every human being this chance.
I wont spam up your comments.
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