A field trip to my subconscious
A few nights ago, I was asleep in my bed. The room was vast and really dark; the only illumination was on me and about 10 feet all around me. I was laying down on a strange black table, asleep and dreaming. Every few seconds the dream would pause, but I never noticed this. Whenever I did something significant or interesting in the dream, I would quickly pause it, and think about what the dream’s response should be to my action. I would often get up from my desk where I was watching my dream and dash over to the shelves of my memory, looking for something suitable to inject into the dream. I was excited, and very interested to find out what my reaction would be to the changes I was making in my dream. Though only a minute or two passed in my dream, the time which actually elapsed was closer to an hour or two. “That’s why I’ll have a dream, and be travelling across town first on a bicycle then in a car and then in a submarine,” I mused. “Either I forget what happened in the dream a few minutes ago when I’m changing the environment of the dream, because it was really hours ago, or I intentionally change things around to see what my response will be.” I was confused in the dream, but I did my best to cope with the weirdness.
Dreamer, creator, and silent witness: I was all, and all at once.