Sunday Morning:
I was trying to sleep this morning, but I noticed that one of my mattresses was falling off the other. I had to be careful or else I would roll off due to the slant. My focus on trying to not roll off did not let me sleep. I did not want to fix myself either, or else I would scare the sleep away. I found myself in that dilemma. I was only barely awake: should I fix the mattress and scare the sleep away? Or should I stay and let the worry of rolling off keep me slightly awake? I just rolled off the mattress.
It did not feel like I was awake though. I looked up and sure enough, I was still on my bed; not mattress problems, just sleeping. It was just a dream. Again I had that feeling, I knew I was just dreaming this time. So I started crawling out of blankets, crawling into the dream world. I stood up. I was in my room. I had just had a dream right before the mattress dream. In that dream I was in a first grade class, and there was this drawing of trees with faces; eyes and mouth were black; illusion-forest style. I was in my room, and I remembered this dream. So I looked out the window and saw the trees in my backyard. I opened the window to get out, but I was afraid that climbing out would take too much concentration and would wake me up. So I willed my legs to pull through the bottom part of the window. The window opened up like a gate and I stepped out. I went to the trees and imagined them with faces; emphasizing the faces the closer I got to them. I went to a tree and it had eyes and mouth. I tried to make it talk. It was moving its mouth but no voice would come out. So I focus on another arm of the same tree. This arm also had a face, but it wasn’t awake. So I willed for it to wake up. It began to open its eyes, and I could see the white of its eyes as they were trying to roll forward. As the tree was waking up, he was trying to look at and focus on the outside world. It was looking dizzily around as it gained eyesight, trying to wake into its new sense. I saw it was confused. I willed: It had gained a new mind, one that could see and speak, it needed something to anchor its new mind to; by making eye contact with it, I would share with it my own mind’s stability. I willed its eyes towards mine, gesturing with my hand to get its eyes' attention, and I made eye contact with it. Its look of oblivion suddenly disappeared. As I stared into its blue eyes I had reached its soul and stabilized it. I tried to make it speak, but only moans would come out: “I, I need, I need…” it said. Those words seemed too familiar; I realized it only said what I willed it to say, since I was in control of the dream. “You need what?” I asked. “You need water?” I asked as my world darkened and I began to wake up.
I was trying to sleep this morning, but I noticed that one of my mattresses was falling off the other. I had to be careful or else I would roll off due to the slant. My focus on trying to not roll off did not let me sleep. I did not want to fix myself either, or else I would scare the sleep away. I found myself in that dilemma. I was only barely awake: should I fix the mattress and scare the sleep away? Or should I stay and let the worry of rolling off keep me slightly awake? I just rolled off the mattress.
It did not feel like I was awake though. I looked up and sure enough, I was still on my bed; not mattress problems, just sleeping. It was just a dream. Again I had that feeling, I knew I was just dreaming this time. So I started crawling out of blankets, crawling into the dream world. I stood up. I was in my room. I had just had a dream right before the mattress dream. In that dream I was in a first grade class, and there was this drawing of trees with faces; eyes and mouth were black; illusion-forest style. I was in my room, and I remembered this dream. So I looked out the window and saw the trees in my backyard. I opened the window to get out, but I was afraid that climbing out would take too much concentration and would wake me up. So I willed my legs to pull through the bottom part of the window. The window opened up like a gate and I stepped out. I went to the trees and imagined them with faces; emphasizing the faces the closer I got to them. I went to a tree and it had eyes and mouth. I tried to make it talk. It was moving its mouth but no voice would come out. So I focus on another arm of the same tree. This arm also had a face, but it wasn’t awake. So I willed for it to wake up. It began to open its eyes, and I could see the white of its eyes as they were trying to roll forward. As the tree was waking up, he was trying to look at and focus on the outside world. It was looking dizzily around as it gained eyesight, trying to wake into its new sense. I saw it was confused. I willed: It had gained a new mind, one that could see and speak, it needed something to anchor its new mind to; by making eye contact with it, I would share with it my own mind’s stability. I willed its eyes towards mine, gesturing with my hand to get its eyes' attention, and I made eye contact with it. Its look of oblivion suddenly disappeared. As I stared into its blue eyes I had reached its soul and stabilized it. I tried to make it speak, but only moans would come out: “I, I need, I need…” it said. Those words seemed too familiar; I realized it only said what I willed it to say, since I was in control of the dream. “You need what?” I asked. “You need water?” I asked as my world darkened and I began to wake up.
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