#dreamng

Hi sorry I didn't do this sooner but here

It ended up with a bittersweet/vaguely depressed feel but maybe that's just me idk There Is A Definitive Disassociation Flavor

We think that our waking consciousness is who we are and is complex and deep. The reality is that our conscious mind is a shallow pool with clear water but our subconscious mind is an ocean, deep, dark and vast. The conscious mind must remain clean and unfogged. It is concerned with food gathering, mating and those practical concerns of a living organism. So, our consciousness narrows while we are awake.

Old memories are blocked off to us so we are not overwhelmed with data but no memory is ever lost only the retrieval of those memories is shut down. In dreaming all of this information is accessible to us. Moreover, other memories and impressions which are not explained by our own personal experiences are accessible. These memories and impressions may also be accessed in deep meditation or hypnosis.

Most people have this idea that dreaming is just a kind of recreation we experience while we sleep. Not so. Our bodies don’t need sleep to repair themselves they only need rest. Sleep is for dreaming. It isn’t lack of sleep that makes meth addicts crazy it is lack of dreaming. If we do not dream we die. In fact dreaming may be the most important thing we do. Dreams are a real phenomenon and real patterns of information. When we dream we dive into this deep dark sea of being which stretches back to time primeval. In dreams we are godlike yet we are also vulnerable. We can visit with the dead but be also pursued by our darkest fears. We live in our dreams and dream reality maybe more real than waking reality.

I was walking through the River Wastes again. The same low trickles over loose shale, towards the same burned-out village.This time, however, I was dressed in red and silver and black. A pair of absolutely beautiful shoes, a long wide-set skirt, and a very beautiful bodice. While I enjoyed the sensations they produced, I’m not used to feeling THAT feminine in my dreams recently.

I was talking with my Archer earlier about wanting to find a few different aspects, and I had considered relinquishing my hold on the Eight in order to do so. Well… once I had figured out how the straps on those pretty, pretty shoes worked, I was walking again. Not listening to the very male voices around me…. just walking through them and around them like they were made of mist.

Until I hit a -very- solid chest made of -very- solid muscle. Oh. Well, there’s a change! Long, slightly-curling pale brown hair. Kind gold-green eyes with something warmer in the depths. A rather aquiline nose, and quite kissable lips. Ke was absolutely Stunning in that beautifully male-leaning androgynous way. Barely tanned skin…. gold and silver-worked bracers covering his arms. loose-fitting brown pants tucked into tall brown boots. My outfit changed.

I remember being slightly disappointed in that. But here was I, dressed for royalty, and this man [?] was clothed like a Ranger. Like something out of a tale… Was he armed? I can’t recall now. I remember asking for his name. He gave it, and his voice had a lilt. Of course it did. Of COURSE he would all-but sing to me….

Interior. Oh, are you Travelling too? Nice. Thank you. Good to know you're good for more than one thing, pretty boy! Yes... go on and save me the trouble.

Clamor and mist and faces passing. Faces I half-recognize, and isn't that funny?

So... who is the Crone? Eating one moment, and passing out of existence the next. Silver spoon in wooden bowl, robes draped over that chair of boughs. Hmm.... I have my thoughts about YOU too, Madam.