#hypnagogicdrift

being a dream-witness means drifting through the in-between—not quite asleep, not quite awake—while something unfolds around me.

i’m not the main character.

i don’t control the dream or bend the sky.

i rarely even speak.

instead, i see.

i drift.

i feel what’s happening like it’s happening to me, even when it’s not my body, not my life.

sometimes i’m in someone else entirely, watching through their eyes.

sometimes i float above, like a lens or a ghost.

sometimes i’m hiding in the corner of a dream that doesn’t know i’m there.

there are portals.

there are places that feel more real than this world.

there are narrators who speak over it all like it’s a sacred story being told only once.

to be a dream-witness is not to control. it’s to observe with reverence.

to listen.

to remember fragments like relics.

to wake up knowing something happened, even if you don’t have all the words for it yet.

i believe dream-witnessing is a gift.

a slow unfolding.

a kind of spirit training, maybe.

not for power. not for escape.

but for seeing clearly across the veil.

and one day, maybe,

i’ll be ready to move inside those worlds.

but for now, i watch.

i witness.

i remember.

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would love to know if others have felt this too.

if you’ve ever drifted silently through another life in a dream, only witnessing,