Drifting in

Waking, I see textures and complex 3D rendered shapes which can be at least partially rotated.

Are they made out of the ‘pixels’ behind my eyelids? They seem to slow-dissolve back to that form.

A sandpaper pattern, magnified. 3D texture, CGI-fake, pin-sharp at every depth, slowly rotating anticlockwise. I was able to appreciate the whole area…slowly zooming out it revealed itself as a  rotating star of David, itself part of a giant star fractal.

A beautiful iridescent 3D paisley fractal was there behind my eyes, rippling from stage left, so real you could touch it. Like a butterfly’s wing on silk.

A profoundly 3D meteorite. A ventifact, wind-smoothed, pitted. I could see it with my eyes open or closed, in the dark. I had time to study and admire it before it suddenly faded.

I rubbed my eyes on waking, and with each rub heard cascades of silver bell arpeggios.

I wake in the dark to see a forest floor of individually-rendered leaves. I move my head, whether eyes open or closed, the patterns stay where they are.

Insights plopping in all over, I wake to a full and rotating galactic appreciation of everything, a massive surge of wellbeing and love, Gaia, universe, all.

Heart-breakingly evocative sounds accompany some images.

Into the WILD

Sleep paralysis. Lucid dreams. Nested dreams.

Where do we go at night?

False awakenings.

Stacked false awakenings. Coming up from level minus 4.

Recurrent dreams of running swiftly and easily, on all fours.

Years later, I have flashbacks to dreams I didn’t register at the time. Time capsules.

As if your subconscious packaged up a whole sensory/emotion composite and lobbed it into your future.

A zipped experience. Encrypted. Time-locked.

An Easter egg for when the time is right.

I dream of discovering hidden rooms. Of finding ruined structures in the garden.

They’re new, but strangely familiar. A memory of memories.

A dreamtime déja vu.

I wake. Maybe something has been solved.

Drifting out

I kept getting glimpses of small, colourfully dressed figures far off in a wood.

The dart and flicker of Breughel-like forest elves.

Friendly pixelmorphs.

A run of changing, diving faces. More malevolent, these.

A diamond lattice, prism-blue, trembling with electricity.

A fractal snowflake – highly geometric, a 4 by 6 repeated tiled pattern across my whole field of view, seen in all its detail, all at once.

Glimpses that would take a lifetime to describe.