11-09-11
No body
I don't have a body; I've entered, or began to enter, the dreamworld and left it behind, but everything is still quite physical. There isn't much meaning in space, and I live on the surface of my bed, which is for all purposes an endless, imaginary cloud. I don't know what "live" means, though, and I'm just this presence there.
Also present are two feminine energies, or one that splits in two, always dancing around, defining a sort of boundary to the place. I can only dimly see the room outside the film she has created, though it becomes more vibrant outside when things move. The air is a colorful liquid.
One day things become very vibrant out there indeed, as we suddenly, but slowly and steadily begin to ascend into the sky. We must pass through the ceiling and be grated to pieces, which is disturbing, but fun.
We then live in air and clear light for awhile, and drift, and feel the sun and wind. We ponder going back down to tell of what has happened, and think it would be fun to have a "squabble," as it's called, whatever it is. I keep imagining indistinct silver objects. We've gained speed and a dark red night's falling. It becomes less and less clear what's going on, but it seems like a ride through the sky, ultimately.
