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May. 29th, 2009
A... curious little dream.
May. 29th, 2009 04:48 pmBetween the random uni-stress that my dreams have been screaming at me last night, I had one segment that was FASCINATING.
I was swimming in this really long pool - Or was it flying? It was hard to tell exactly what it was - because it was water but it wasn't water. Interestingly enough once I was in it - in the water layer, under the 'surface', it didn't feel at all like I was in any artificial construct. The upper layer of the current was very much like, I guess, the upper atmosphere of a gas giant - minor cloudiness, turbulence below.
Someone or other was chasing me - I'm not sure what their intentions were, but they were on my tail and I didn't like it - I wanted to get away somehow. And I did it by doing something that was supposedly very dangerous.
I dove into the turbulence and under it - into the layer below - that was supposed to be extremely rapidly flowing and high-pressure and lethal to stay in for too long. I knew it was dangerous, and I did it anyway to escape my pursuer - and because I believed that I can get in, lose them, and get out. I believed in my own strength and dove into danger knowingly.
Well, there was a sense of danger. There was definitely a feeling that I have to break to the surface again as soon as possible. But the layer itself was even more placid looking than the above layer - barring the thick turbulence above masking everything on the surface, there was silence - no one else dared to do what I did.
This layer was apparently flowing much faster than the above layer, though, and I soon found out its properties were different than that of the above layer. I couldn't 'swim' in it as well as I could in the above layer. I could do the motions, but it didn't feel like I was propelling myself through. I was struggling somewhat to get back to the surface - I dove deeper than I intended to, it seemed. Soon enough I realized that I was much further away than I planned to breach the surface - the turbulence above seemed to be freezing slowly. It was then that I managed to pull myself up that layer and closer to the surface. It was cold. But eventually I managed to grab hold of the turbulence - it had the texture of frozen clouds - it's hard to explain. It ripped like paper. Like fabric. Like some kind of an organic membrane almost. And as I pulled myself over the turbulence to the surface (interestingly enough when my head broke out of the turbulence it wasn't into the 'water' of the upper atmospheric layer, but into air. I could see the construct of the pool again) I found myself near the end of the pool, surrounded by torn ice floes like the one I just emerged from - but it wasn't that cold.
There were only a few people around me, none of them related in any way to the people that were around in the beginning of the pool. There was no hint of my pursuers, but also no hint of whatever the hell I was doing beforehand - whatever got me into the pool in the first place. I reached the end and pulled myself out of the water and onto the surface, shaking the water off of me, grabbing a towel from the side and wrapping it around myself. It seems like the pool went on forever. And as I was making my way to the other side of the long hall the pool occupied - back to the side I got in from - occasionally chatting with random people who were walking in the same direction, I noticed that while I completely lost track of whatever the hell was going on when this dream segment started - and a part of me was a bit upset about that because it felt important - the path wasn't as long as I felt it was while I was in it.
Interesting...
I was swimming in this really long pool - Or was it flying? It was hard to tell exactly what it was - because it was water but it wasn't water. Interestingly enough once I was in it - in the water layer, under the 'surface', it didn't feel at all like I was in any artificial construct. The upper layer of the current was very much like, I guess, the upper atmosphere of a gas giant - minor cloudiness, turbulence below.
Someone or other was chasing me - I'm not sure what their intentions were, but they were on my tail and I didn't like it - I wanted to get away somehow. And I did it by doing something that was supposedly very dangerous.
I dove into the turbulence and under it - into the layer below - that was supposed to be extremely rapidly flowing and high-pressure and lethal to stay in for too long. I knew it was dangerous, and I did it anyway to escape my pursuer - and because I believed that I can get in, lose them, and get out. I believed in my own strength and dove into danger knowingly.
Well, there was a sense of danger. There was definitely a feeling that I have to break to the surface again as soon as possible. But the layer itself was even more placid looking than the above layer - barring the thick turbulence above masking everything on the surface, there was silence - no one else dared to do what I did.
This layer was apparently flowing much faster than the above layer, though, and I soon found out its properties were different than that of the above layer. I couldn't 'swim' in it as well as I could in the above layer. I could do the motions, but it didn't feel like I was propelling myself through. I was struggling somewhat to get back to the surface - I dove deeper than I intended to, it seemed. Soon enough I realized that I was much further away than I planned to breach the surface - the turbulence above seemed to be freezing slowly. It was then that I managed to pull myself up that layer and closer to the surface. It was cold. But eventually I managed to grab hold of the turbulence - it had the texture of frozen clouds - it's hard to explain. It ripped like paper. Like fabric. Like some kind of an organic membrane almost. And as I pulled myself over the turbulence to the surface (interestingly enough when my head broke out of the turbulence it wasn't into the 'water' of the upper atmospheric layer, but into air. I could see the construct of the pool again) I found myself near the end of the pool, surrounded by torn ice floes like the one I just emerged from - but it wasn't that cold.
There were only a few people around me, none of them related in any way to the people that were around in the beginning of the pool. There was no hint of my pursuers, but also no hint of whatever the hell I was doing beforehand - whatever got me into the pool in the first place. I reached the end and pulled myself out of the water and onto the surface, shaking the water off of me, grabbing a towel from the side and wrapping it around myself. It seems like the pool went on forever. And as I was making my way to the other side of the long hall the pool occupied - back to the side I got in from - occasionally chatting with random people who were walking in the same direction, I noticed that while I completely lost track of whatever the hell was going on when this dream segment started - and a part of me was a bit upset about that because it felt important - the path wasn't as long as I felt it was while I was in it.
Interesting...