Lead feet · 17/08/2008 02:22 pm by Bron
Two nights ago I had this incredible dream, that I learned the meaning of life, for want of a better phrase. In a way it was a mix between The Matrix and Battlestar. I knew what we broke down into. Beneath matter. I had to let others in on it, but only a few at a time, to avoid panic. It was like a video game. We’d gain a little ground, and then be destroyed, discovered, and have to start from the bigging all over again, just to gain a little more ground than before, and let a few more in on it. It was exhausting, but that feeling that it just has to be done was so intense.
I felt paralysed. That sensation when you’re trying to speak, but can’t, so you’re screaming, trying to force the words out, but they don’t come. I’m sure I would have been talking in my sleep. It’s so strange, being aware of your state, aware that you’re sleeping, and that belief in the reality of the dream creates a new dimension. I was trying so hard to communicate with myself. My sleeping self. Telling myseld to get up and write this down so I would remember. So I had proof. But I was so heavy I couldn’t move. Paralysis.
