10-17-2012, 12:01 AM
10/10-11/12
Construction
Id like to take an intermediate, and not overly long time writing of this dream, despite the fact, that to my surprise, I found 2 pages of handwritten notes when I woke this morning (afternoon). But before I say anything about the dreaming, I feel I need to give it some tonal context. A question had been bothering me. Perhaps I is not correct, to put so much energy into this place, I mean people. It could be seen, if one chooses to see it a certain way, almost like what some people on the ( ) try to do, sieze some space in someone else home so to speak. Crowd out the ones who make it, or be seen as attempting too. That is very rude, and a bad thing to do in general. So is this, perhaps, the case, and if so, id hardly feel comfortable with myself or the situation, and the long ingrained instinct to pack my bags and keep on wandering, comes into play. There was a secondary aspect: Awareness. It used to be, id dream in long narrative form once a month or so, now It has become my default. I think in order to bring something back of others, or with them. Its easier for that, then energy and obe lucidity.
Is this best, however? There was a time, where i negotiated boundaries tot he amount of stories and game playing I would allow, because by the nature of such dreaming, there is a limit on lucidity to the context of the narrative I used to go back and forth to even allow partial or periodic immersion My focus has been more and more in such shared settings. Which is good but. As the obe/windshield dreaming awake reminded me, I used to do that sort of thing much more, and it had almost become forgotten. Rather then manifesting energy from dreams into solid physical objects, for example, as my next step, I am paying more attention to maximizing the narrative potential to facilitate connection and sharing awareness. I wouldn’t want to stop doing that, but this may go hand in hand with the first concern I had.
So I had allot on my “plate O nonspecific rumination” when I finally sloughed off to sleep at four am. So, that said.
The dreaming started at, and mostly stayed in, a partially constructed house, from the time I closed my eyes, to the last bit before I opened them, around 3pm. This in and of itself was unusual, such a long duration of continuity, and interesting. I had been looking at a prominent house, that always intrigued me, in the general area of where i took those photos, one that could be seen from all over in my childhood home. In some ways, some of the “set pieces” of the dream reminded me of that house. But it was much larger, stretching from near dream lands to far astral, where my father lived in a corner. But there was that tonal reminder, in addition to ( ) versions, etc.
In the dream, I woke in a bed. I got up and walked around. The questions I was asking were manifest around me, I knew this, but it was also a look at things from another perspective. The house I was in was modern, and built to a large quality. I dressed myself before I went to the bathroom. I would have liked to not take the time, just walk as I was. But I of course can not do that, I have other people that live with me. To my surprise, I heard or saw no one. Lights i had left on in the hall were still on, etc. So after i used the bathroom (very large and luxurious) I went looking for family, that I expected to be there. I felt them, but not close, so I started down a hall, through a kitchen, a library etc. And then...i was in vast unfinished room. So large, there were metal scaffolds, building materials. Unfinished. I heard noise, so I crossed this space, more halls with just steel frames of walls...and found another completed space, where I found my sister and brother in close proximity, making breakfast. I said hello, and found my mother. A bit further in. I found my nephew, riding bicycle around another partial room even farther. This was so large. I must have walked half a mile to find them. How big is this house, and why is it only built around the places were people occupy? I could run around naked whistling Dixie while riding a unicycle, and it would be unlikely to be noticed. Also I saw, the walls and rooms were not set in stone...like a Japanese house, even the finished ones halls could be sealed etc. So there was the potential for having totally different worlds, under the same roof. The frames of the house were all completed. Interesting.
My thoughts turned to ( ), and then things i was thinking about. I found, the other direction from my living area, a place...like the lobby of a fancy bar/hotel but from the 1980's. It was p erect for a party, and a bit retro. There was a bar, with black laquer counter top. Half walls, leather sofas. A sound system. Cut glass tiles like mirror sin spots on the wall. A view of the mountains, and on another part of the room, the sea. From a half wall was an interesting statue. Like a Greek marble, but made out of cut sections cemented together, not like it was broken, like a piece of art. Even some 1980's pop art on the walls. This spot would be perfect to host a party I thought. And people can claim space under the roof, and be connected yet private. So I began to think on this. But also, my apprehension was in place. Is it good to host a gathering, maybe that someone else prerogative. So I wanted to leave this comfortable space, and go back to my room. On the other hand. I thought ( ) for sure would dig this bar, and maybe ( ), even ( ) perhaps. Would it be right not to show them because i have some strange need to pack up and flee from time to time? I sat down. Actually, first ( ) found me, and looked around. He liked the bar, he pointed out there were only three bottles of wine stocked, but if we got more, hed like to try his hand at bar-tending...lets get other people. I muttered my reservations. He said nonsensical, it will be fun. Here, lets write out the invites. So I did. And he took them laughing to deliver. My apprehension as too great now. I started to leave, but I heard a song. The melody was clear, the lyrics I heard, and it came from the room to me directly, like at me, not just playing were, as I wrote them at some point. “Before you walk out that door, Baby take a good look at me” I found when I woke it is changed from the song “save the last dance for me”, a golden oldie, which I knew in the dream, just not the song. I went outside, towards the mountains windows. My father who died last November greeted me. We took a walk on the exterior. The house stretched like from horizon to horizon. He aid he had secured t, but it was mostly empty. It could hold...millions? Each with a palaces worth of space. Keeping up this empty structure was driving people to bankruptcy. So please, open the doors to friends if they would enjoy it. He pointed where one end curved into the sky, he lives way up there, it stretches like a bridge below the earth, into lower earths, and into the sky, into the astral is the word I can use. He said its fine.
But still I felt my worry a bit. Someone else, came and called to me. They showed me their secret place where they rest. It looked like a friend named aryon from college. I climbed out of the dream, I climbed beneath the water. I looked above me, a greenish blue sparkling sea. I was below it, cliffs like red rock mountains, below, granite. I found a crack, like a cave. This cave was positioned to take rays of eternal sun through the water, it didn’t feel like water, it felt like the air to me, but I could see a surface above. The water flowed more like a river then a sea, but it was like a current. So I sat, flowed along the walls, of this dry (to me) submerged open top cave. Until the light made me feel better. Happy? At peace. I knew it was a place for power shared. I climbed out, and returned to the house and went back tot hat party room.
People had come, there were small groups talking. Someone had stocked beverages. I didn’t mingle too much, but I saw ( ) talking to ( ), so I waved. I saw a partial bottle of wine, and poured the rest into a large cup. I started drinking it. I’m not a wine sipper. It was port? Wine. Had a dry wet taste I liked it. I started taking gulps to make it less in the large cup. When i walked, sometimes a wave of wine would form in the cup, and spill. Id set it down looked confused. My father came and cleaned it up. He said what ARE you drinking? I said oh I found a little wine (half a bottle one of the ones that was here when I found this place originally) he said...you drink wine? In dreams? Like that was a new one. I was feeling a bit inebriated. I said no but why cant I? I guess i do now...like I was lightening up. He momentarily looked disproving, but he cleaned up what I spilled. And then he left. And my mom left. Anyone who would make me feel as an un-empowered child...left. Went further away on purpose to give me space. I don’t need a dad cleaning up my spilled wine now do I? Lol. It was kind of them to give me space...so much space in here. I liked the feeling. I find a comfortable spot by the window and drink more wine. Now I hear “Jeremiah was a bullfrog” another golden oldie.
I’m happy to sit on the edge, and finish the wine. I sit like that a long time, enjoying the sound of people enjoying themselves. At some point I stand...i realize that wasn’t cheap wine, it was VERY expensive and potent, and I drank half a bottle...im...totally drunk. I laugh. I take my fingers and pinch the drunk feeling to sobriety. And i walk away, now im seeing a big room, and my nephew playing, deep, like the floor of a stadium, and other children. I see ( ) watching them, she just arrived. It cant be that late? Like im asleep at 5pm? No...i woke once I remember to write at 5am, once at 7am already, and now like maybe to 10am? People can and do take naps oi thought. Well she was having fun with children, they all seemed to like her, I kept walking meaning to come back and say hello after i finish something. I even saw people riding horses playing polo inside, a pool. Bowling alley...and that was just the one large unfinished room. Was neat Finally I get to my destination. Im back at my bedroom. I seal and unseal it, and anchor it firmly to this space. Then I go back.
My brother asks if I will leave to stand in line at a game pre release. I agree. Bu that’s latter. ( ) is asleep says she would like to go with me. But that’s latter still. So I have time. I try my hand at backing in a kitchen I have found. I decide to make some pastries for people. People like pastries...like kinds with a chopped almond paste filling. More like baklava then breakfast pastries. I start crafting different flavors. A bit of fun, a bit of beef stew on a chilly rainy night, some adventure. Some tears. Each is for a person I realize, or groups. Some are kinda gross fillings i think but its for them not me. As im working, I am humming. As I hum, 12 oompa lompas from charlie and the chocolate factory come. For each pastry, they have a funny song for the recipient. A warning or advice to go with the flavor. As I hum, my humming becomes the melody. As they sing, their words float in the air, and go into the pastry. What fun is baking! When im done, I make some oomploompa ones they’d like and I launch them off my hand with humming, and they jump like dolphins and catch them, and then act like minstrel tumblers, and roll out of the room happy. Well, that’s a good way to spend the afternoon. I wake. It s a bit latter still and write. What fun im having now. (Edit: on reviewing my notes, i have a section about winning a "silver ticket" which refers to charlie and the chocolate factory, but also i drew arrows to the game we were going to pick up latter...and how the game was specifically released to the house not an individule)
So, time to get the game. ( ) is here. First we go outside and I go to find a car. She tells me why do you drive everywhere its a dream just dream fly or walk. Thats a good idea. So we walk to the game store. We are standing in line talking about fun games to play. With other “gamers” hah is that glance waiting too? Must be a fun game. I see all sorts of people who “work” in the “house” staff sorta. But not really, im sorta staff too making food. But I don’t work for anyone. Some of them do for money some don’t. Get the game. I learn that my brother is working to pay for things as well, away, in his way. My real life brother. Like this game. Interesting to know Now I want to drive though, and my silver neon suddenly appears and becomes a silver mercadies. There is some confusion with the streets. I see "important" people lol. So I give myself a double breasted suite. We get out to talk to them. There is a crew filming. Like a political add? I hate politics with sides. So I say sure....IL film a add. I act like im slow and err pardon the word, retarded, But make sure i look like an important politician or business man. I move across the grass like a snail as i talk eating grass of all things. to make it really lol. I that voice, I say “ I loooove thiiis candidate) and say it for both. The press eat it up. The secretary of state (Hillary lol?) is not amused, since i just mockingly endorsed both their side and the other, and everyone thought it was funny but both of them. Hah. That’s what they get for waylaying me when we had a game to play. But then a professor comes from the crowd, and it shifts to a professors office, but he mostly talks to ( ) about professor stuff. So I figure thats a good time to wake...for the last time. Write some more.
Well, now its shifted a bit. Im floating in blank “astral” plane. I see a cosmology not dissimilar to pen and paper role playing games, straight out of dungeons and dragons or something. Heh works as well as anything else for me. The rooms of a house again. Only this time they are like slices of a peach pit, that lock together modular.
I get sidetracked again. A ghost pirate ship? It has burned, blackened wood. It is after a raid by useless, evil broken children. Then its a little rowboat or canoe...ahh I remember something about this from a tonal conversation earlier in the day. Cool. So im sure to raise the sails on the big ship, and raise the anchor, and it sails so proud and nice on the wind.
Then I get back to the peach pit legos. I see the party room, rooms people made for their living areas. They all go together, and when its done, its like a round ball. But also a seed. I see people living like in little rooms inside, connected. People I know. I go in to. I think its like “James and the giant peach” with the little house in the peach pit. How fun But also I see, its like the core of a reality in the astral, or the long infinite house turned in on itself. It also reminds me of ( ) in her tube, her plan to turn it inside out. Make it inside out. I remember...link it too...a few days after I wrote of that, DRGreen posted on the main forums about needing to “turn it inside out”. Nagual in tonal etc, not using tonal mind. Well he got it right enough, but ( ... ) I thought...it was like the party room. Or the oompa lumpa baking. Some people will ( ...... ) follow the smell and sound of what others prepare. Edit: like i think i drank some of ( ) wine) The party, ( ) tube, ( ) setting thing sup for children to have fun, ( ) and his messages, the crack in the red stone and light etc etc. and some people do...get that. Its not all about their special...So in a way, it answered the question i went to bed with. And it was fun. Godo creation. Grids. Core was rooms. Last hing I saw, was story dreams growing around that core, and a whole planet come into being, around now star, and the space was now astral, but also real. 11 hours of one setting/topic dreaming. A personal record. Fin.
Construction
Id like to take an intermediate, and not overly long time writing of this dream, despite the fact, that to my surprise, I found 2 pages of handwritten notes when I woke this morning (afternoon). But before I say anything about the dreaming, I feel I need to give it some tonal context. A question had been bothering me. Perhaps I is not correct, to put so much energy into this place, I mean people. It could be seen, if one chooses to see it a certain way, almost like what some people on the ( ) try to do, sieze some space in someone else home so to speak. Crowd out the ones who make it, or be seen as attempting too. That is very rude, and a bad thing to do in general. So is this, perhaps, the case, and if so, id hardly feel comfortable with myself or the situation, and the long ingrained instinct to pack my bags and keep on wandering, comes into play. There was a secondary aspect: Awareness. It used to be, id dream in long narrative form once a month or so, now It has become my default. I think in order to bring something back of others, or with them. Its easier for that, then energy and obe lucidity.
Is this best, however? There was a time, where i negotiated boundaries tot he amount of stories and game playing I would allow, because by the nature of such dreaming, there is a limit on lucidity to the context of the narrative I used to go back and forth to even allow partial or periodic immersion My focus has been more and more in such shared settings. Which is good but. As the obe/windshield dreaming awake reminded me, I used to do that sort of thing much more, and it had almost become forgotten. Rather then manifesting energy from dreams into solid physical objects, for example, as my next step, I am paying more attention to maximizing the narrative potential to facilitate connection and sharing awareness. I wouldn’t want to stop doing that, but this may go hand in hand with the first concern I had.
So I had allot on my “plate O nonspecific rumination” when I finally sloughed off to sleep at four am. So, that said.
The dreaming started at, and mostly stayed in, a partially constructed house, from the time I closed my eyes, to the last bit before I opened them, around 3pm. This in and of itself was unusual, such a long duration of continuity, and interesting. I had been looking at a prominent house, that always intrigued me, in the general area of where i took those photos, one that could be seen from all over in my childhood home. In some ways, some of the “set pieces” of the dream reminded me of that house. But it was much larger, stretching from near dream lands to far astral, where my father lived in a corner. But there was that tonal reminder, in addition to ( ) versions, etc.
In the dream, I woke in a bed. I got up and walked around. The questions I was asking were manifest around me, I knew this, but it was also a look at things from another perspective. The house I was in was modern, and built to a large quality. I dressed myself before I went to the bathroom. I would have liked to not take the time, just walk as I was. But I of course can not do that, I have other people that live with me. To my surprise, I heard or saw no one. Lights i had left on in the hall were still on, etc. So after i used the bathroom (very large and luxurious) I went looking for family, that I expected to be there. I felt them, but not close, so I started down a hall, through a kitchen, a library etc. And then...i was in vast unfinished room. So large, there were metal scaffolds, building materials. Unfinished. I heard noise, so I crossed this space, more halls with just steel frames of walls...and found another completed space, where I found my sister and brother in close proximity, making breakfast. I said hello, and found my mother. A bit further in. I found my nephew, riding bicycle around another partial room even farther. This was so large. I must have walked half a mile to find them. How big is this house, and why is it only built around the places were people occupy? I could run around naked whistling Dixie while riding a unicycle, and it would be unlikely to be noticed. Also I saw, the walls and rooms were not set in stone...like a Japanese house, even the finished ones halls could be sealed etc. So there was the potential for having totally different worlds, under the same roof. The frames of the house were all completed. Interesting.
My thoughts turned to ( ), and then things i was thinking about. I found, the other direction from my living area, a place...like the lobby of a fancy bar/hotel but from the 1980's. It was p erect for a party, and a bit retro. There was a bar, with black laquer counter top. Half walls, leather sofas. A sound system. Cut glass tiles like mirror sin spots on the wall. A view of the mountains, and on another part of the room, the sea. From a half wall was an interesting statue. Like a Greek marble, but made out of cut sections cemented together, not like it was broken, like a piece of art. Even some 1980's pop art on the walls. This spot would be perfect to host a party I thought. And people can claim space under the roof, and be connected yet private. So I began to think on this. But also, my apprehension was in place. Is it good to host a gathering, maybe that someone else prerogative. So I wanted to leave this comfortable space, and go back to my room. On the other hand. I thought ( ) for sure would dig this bar, and maybe ( ), even ( ) perhaps. Would it be right not to show them because i have some strange need to pack up and flee from time to time? I sat down. Actually, first ( ) found me, and looked around. He liked the bar, he pointed out there were only three bottles of wine stocked, but if we got more, hed like to try his hand at bar-tending...lets get other people. I muttered my reservations. He said nonsensical, it will be fun. Here, lets write out the invites. So I did. And he took them laughing to deliver. My apprehension as too great now. I started to leave, but I heard a song. The melody was clear, the lyrics I heard, and it came from the room to me directly, like at me, not just playing were, as I wrote them at some point. “Before you walk out that door, Baby take a good look at me” I found when I woke it is changed from the song “save the last dance for me”, a golden oldie, which I knew in the dream, just not the song. I went outside, towards the mountains windows. My father who died last November greeted me. We took a walk on the exterior. The house stretched like from horizon to horizon. He aid he had secured t, but it was mostly empty. It could hold...millions? Each with a palaces worth of space. Keeping up this empty structure was driving people to bankruptcy. So please, open the doors to friends if they would enjoy it. He pointed where one end curved into the sky, he lives way up there, it stretches like a bridge below the earth, into lower earths, and into the sky, into the astral is the word I can use. He said its fine.
But still I felt my worry a bit. Someone else, came and called to me. They showed me their secret place where they rest. It looked like a friend named aryon from college. I climbed out of the dream, I climbed beneath the water. I looked above me, a greenish blue sparkling sea. I was below it, cliffs like red rock mountains, below, granite. I found a crack, like a cave. This cave was positioned to take rays of eternal sun through the water, it didn’t feel like water, it felt like the air to me, but I could see a surface above. The water flowed more like a river then a sea, but it was like a current. So I sat, flowed along the walls, of this dry (to me) submerged open top cave. Until the light made me feel better. Happy? At peace. I knew it was a place for power shared. I climbed out, and returned to the house and went back tot hat party room.
People had come, there were small groups talking. Someone had stocked beverages. I didn’t mingle too much, but I saw ( ) talking to ( ), so I waved. I saw a partial bottle of wine, and poured the rest into a large cup. I started drinking it. I’m not a wine sipper. It was port? Wine. Had a dry wet taste I liked it. I started taking gulps to make it less in the large cup. When i walked, sometimes a wave of wine would form in the cup, and spill. Id set it down looked confused. My father came and cleaned it up. He said what ARE you drinking? I said oh I found a little wine (half a bottle one of the ones that was here when I found this place originally) he said...you drink wine? In dreams? Like that was a new one. I was feeling a bit inebriated. I said no but why cant I? I guess i do now...like I was lightening up. He momentarily looked disproving, but he cleaned up what I spilled. And then he left. And my mom left. Anyone who would make me feel as an un-empowered child...left. Went further away on purpose to give me space. I don’t need a dad cleaning up my spilled wine now do I? Lol. It was kind of them to give me space...so much space in here. I liked the feeling. I find a comfortable spot by the window and drink more wine. Now I hear “Jeremiah was a bullfrog” another golden oldie.
I’m happy to sit on the edge, and finish the wine. I sit like that a long time, enjoying the sound of people enjoying themselves. At some point I stand...i realize that wasn’t cheap wine, it was VERY expensive and potent, and I drank half a bottle...im...totally drunk. I laugh. I take my fingers and pinch the drunk feeling to sobriety. And i walk away, now im seeing a big room, and my nephew playing, deep, like the floor of a stadium, and other children. I see ( ) watching them, she just arrived. It cant be that late? Like im asleep at 5pm? No...i woke once I remember to write at 5am, once at 7am already, and now like maybe to 10am? People can and do take naps oi thought. Well she was having fun with children, they all seemed to like her, I kept walking meaning to come back and say hello after i finish something. I even saw people riding horses playing polo inside, a pool. Bowling alley...and that was just the one large unfinished room. Was neat Finally I get to my destination. Im back at my bedroom. I seal and unseal it, and anchor it firmly to this space. Then I go back.
My brother asks if I will leave to stand in line at a game pre release. I agree. Bu that’s latter. ( ) is asleep says she would like to go with me. But that’s latter still. So I have time. I try my hand at backing in a kitchen I have found. I decide to make some pastries for people. People like pastries...like kinds with a chopped almond paste filling. More like baklava then breakfast pastries. I start crafting different flavors. A bit of fun, a bit of beef stew on a chilly rainy night, some adventure. Some tears. Each is for a person I realize, or groups. Some are kinda gross fillings i think but its for them not me. As im working, I am humming. As I hum, 12 oompa lompas from charlie and the chocolate factory come. For each pastry, they have a funny song for the recipient. A warning or advice to go with the flavor. As I hum, my humming becomes the melody. As they sing, their words float in the air, and go into the pastry. What fun is baking! When im done, I make some oomploompa ones they’d like and I launch them off my hand with humming, and they jump like dolphins and catch them, and then act like minstrel tumblers, and roll out of the room happy. Well, that’s a good way to spend the afternoon. I wake. It s a bit latter still and write. What fun im having now. (Edit: on reviewing my notes, i have a section about winning a "silver ticket" which refers to charlie and the chocolate factory, but also i drew arrows to the game we were going to pick up latter...and how the game was specifically released to the house not an individule)
So, time to get the game. ( ) is here. First we go outside and I go to find a car. She tells me why do you drive everywhere its a dream just dream fly or walk. Thats a good idea. So we walk to the game store. We are standing in line talking about fun games to play. With other “gamers” hah is that glance waiting too? Must be a fun game. I see all sorts of people who “work” in the “house” staff sorta. But not really, im sorta staff too making food. But I don’t work for anyone. Some of them do for money some don’t. Get the game. I learn that my brother is working to pay for things as well, away, in his way. My real life brother. Like this game. Interesting to know Now I want to drive though, and my silver neon suddenly appears and becomes a silver mercadies. There is some confusion with the streets. I see "important" people lol. So I give myself a double breasted suite. We get out to talk to them. There is a crew filming. Like a political add? I hate politics with sides. So I say sure....IL film a add. I act like im slow and err pardon the word, retarded, But make sure i look like an important politician or business man. I move across the grass like a snail as i talk eating grass of all things. to make it really lol. I that voice, I say “ I loooove thiiis candidate) and say it for both. The press eat it up. The secretary of state (Hillary lol?) is not amused, since i just mockingly endorsed both their side and the other, and everyone thought it was funny but both of them. Hah. That’s what they get for waylaying me when we had a game to play. But then a professor comes from the crowd, and it shifts to a professors office, but he mostly talks to ( ) about professor stuff. So I figure thats a good time to wake...for the last time. Write some more.
Well, now its shifted a bit. Im floating in blank “astral” plane. I see a cosmology not dissimilar to pen and paper role playing games, straight out of dungeons and dragons or something. Heh works as well as anything else for me. The rooms of a house again. Only this time they are like slices of a peach pit, that lock together modular.
I get sidetracked again. A ghost pirate ship? It has burned, blackened wood. It is after a raid by useless, evil broken children. Then its a little rowboat or canoe...ahh I remember something about this from a tonal conversation earlier in the day. Cool. So im sure to raise the sails on the big ship, and raise the anchor, and it sails so proud and nice on the wind.
Then I get back to the peach pit legos. I see the party room, rooms people made for their living areas. They all go together, and when its done, its like a round ball. But also a seed. I see people living like in little rooms inside, connected. People I know. I go in to. I think its like “James and the giant peach” with the little house in the peach pit. How fun But also I see, its like the core of a reality in the astral, or the long infinite house turned in on itself. It also reminds me of ( ) in her tube, her plan to turn it inside out. Make it inside out. I remember...link it too...a few days after I wrote of that, DRGreen posted on the main forums about needing to “turn it inside out”. Nagual in tonal etc, not using tonal mind. Well he got it right enough, but ( ... ) I thought...it was like the party room. Or the oompa lumpa baking. Some people will ( ...... ) follow the smell and sound of what others prepare. Edit: like i think i drank some of ( ) wine) The party, ( ) tube, ( ) setting thing sup for children to have fun, ( ) and his messages, the crack in the red stone and light etc etc. and some people do...get that. Its not all about their special...So in a way, it answered the question i went to bed with. And it was fun. Godo creation. Grids. Core was rooms. Last hing I saw, was story dreams growing around that core, and a whole planet come into being, around now star, and the space was now astral, but also real. 11 hours of one setting/topic dreaming. A personal record. Fin.