I love rain. I had two of them in a row again. I can remember the first one, not the second one. I know they were both great, or so I think. Maybe the second dream was horrible and that's why I can't remember it...I don't know. I don't know anymore....It didn't feel like most dreams feel. Most dreams that I have are in first person view. This one was in third person view, felt like I was watching a movie or video game cutscenes, except the characters were people and the story was their lives. But I knew to some extent, I am not him. It was me and my brother, who I don't have. Maybe just another person, felt close. Our objective was to get some kind of powerful sword from a big monster who for some reason wanted to get rid of the sword. Then we had to figure out how to escape the spaceship. I, or rather the character whose identity was me in third person, killed a few faceless entities along the way. It was easy slaughter. Then came the part where I had to think, really hard, even tho I wasn't. It felt like thinking, the mind weight of it at least, but then again it was just a dream and I'm not even sure whether I was aware of it or not. Usually awareness or at least consciousness of a dream means that I'm you control your own movements to some extent but this wasn't the case. That's why it felt like I was in a self creating story which I could only observe helplessly without control. After some hard thinking we ejected ourselves somehow out of the spaceship and we landed on a nearby planet which seemed to be Earth. But we didn't know it was Earth, and that point I figured out I'm experiencing Aliens discovering our planet for the first time. I picked up some mushrooms, books from a nearby abandoned shed and flowers and started studying it and was amazed at all the life on this newly found planet. Then the dream stopped, as if someone were to press the pause button on a remote control while watching a tv program.
I slowly woke from my slumber, went to take a piss, came back and lay down on my bed. The second dream ensued, but I can't remember it. The more I try to think about it, the more I feel like someone is filling my head with water and it gets heavier and heavier.... What the fuck is going on?
These dreams I have, some of them feel like I'm watching other people's lives, or experiencing the lives that other people have lived in the past or will live in the future. How can we call something that feels so real not real? On rare occasions from time to time, I have a sense of smell in my dreams... Those are the realest dreams, as most dreams only incorporate the use of eyes, ears and the central nervous system. But on rare occasions, I have the sense of smell while dreaming, those are dreams of another reality.
Maybe Terrence McKenna was right. Maybe I should sleep with a notepad and a pen on my nightstand so I can write down the key sequences of my dreams. I hate not remembering my dreams, It always feels like loosing a valuable lesson and letting it drift away, freely.
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