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closed his eyes.
Eric's feeling of not quite being here faded away, and slowly turned into a feeling of being grounded; of being himself and also being part of something. It intensified, and turned into a feeling of being inside himself, a pressuring, claustrophobic sensation that made a ringing noise in his ears.
"Oops, I overdid it, let's just back up a little bit."
The pressure on his psyche receded and Eric was back to feeling grounded.
"Is that it? Are we done?"
"That's it from me, but you're not done yet," Master Joe said. "I'm shipping you off to Maeve for the quenching part. Listen to her, and try not to vex her too much - she's scary when she's angry!"
Chapter 7 - Water Attunement
The water element is the shapeless shape, the passivity of reaction, the dream that does not cast the shimmering net of consciousness out of itself. It is the movement that doesn't act apart, but pulses in waves as a whole that does not quite exist.
- Water, Dreamer's Handbook
The sand was soft and the water felt refreshingly cool.
Strange how there's nobody else here but us. The beach is always crammed with kids from the Playground.
"There's a prerequisite for aligning with the water element: you have to be able to breathe water. Since you can't, you will learn now - just go into the lake and breathe the water in."
Damn. What's this, get-Eric-to-kill-himself day? Again? On today's menu: drowning!
Eric wasn't pleased, but he tried to suppress the displeasure by focusing on the task at hand and getting over this hurdle as soon as possible. "Yeehaw," he said to himself in a flat tone.
Eric went knee-deep, then waist-deep into the lake. The cool water soothed the tension within him.
It's just water.
The human body is sixty percent water - which is more than half of me.
He was a bit surprised to recall such a number.
Must be because of those sports drink commercials on tv
. He prodded the sand with the sole of his foot.
"In the dream world, everything is breathable. Water is next best thing to breathe after air. You can even breathe in hard matter, though it needs a bit more getting used to." Maeve chuckled. "Nevertheless, if you get stuck inside a huge slab of rock, you should work on your teleportation skills as well - take it from a person who speaks from experience."
How reassuring.
Eric lowered himself into the water. He submerged his head just to get it wet, raised it again with puffed-up cheeks, and spat out a steady stream of water.
Might as well have fun before I drown.
Eric waited, but no further instruction was forthcoming. He looked back, and saw Maeve engaging in a discussion with Lucy.
Eager to get it over with, Eric breathed in deeply, crossed his legs and slumped to the lake floor.
...It's just like air. It's just like air. It's just like air...
Eric chanted to himself, determined not to rise for air after his breath runs out. He held it in as long as he could, and then breathed out very slowly... as if he was trying to stretch time itself. The deciding moment came, and he gagged for air.
Everything turned ominous - he was the intruder, the enemy, and the water around him was out to get him! For a split second he wondered whether he made a really bad choice, but that feeling of detachment disappeared as he involuntarily tried to hiccup, cough, and gasp at the same time.
This is it.
Water flooded his lungs, and with it came a feeling of surrender and acceptance. Eric's mind went silent as the severity of this new reality imposed itself on his self-awareness. When Eric noticed he was still there, probably not dead and with lungs full of water, he breathed out. The feeling of water exiting his body was a thick, flowing and needy sensation. The next few breaths were more stable and rhythmical.
Yay
, he remarked with a mixture of real and mock enthusiasm. The world felt different; being alive felt different.
How addicted we are to breathable air!
if it's so hard to let go of the
Eric's feeling of not quite being here faded away, and slowly turned into a feeling of being grounded; of being himself and also being part of something. It intensified, and turned into a feeling of being inside himself, a pressuring, claustrophobic sensation that made a ringing noise in his ears.
"Oops, I overdid it, let's just back up a little bit."
The pressure on his psyche receded and Eric was back to feeling grounded.
"Is that it? Are we done?"
"That's it from me, but you're not done yet," Master Joe said. "I'm shipping you off to Maeve for the quenching part. Listen to her, and try not to vex her too much - she's scary when she's angry!"
Chapter 7 - Water Attunement
The water element is the shapeless shape, the passivity of reaction, the dream that does not cast the shimmering net of consciousness out of itself. It is the movement that doesn't act apart, but pulses in waves as a whole that does not quite exist.
- Water, Dreamer's Handbook
The sand was soft and the water felt refreshingly cool.
Strange how there's nobody else here but us. The beach is always crammed with kids from the Playground.
"There's a prerequisite for aligning with the water element: you have to be able to breathe water. Since you can't, you will learn now - just go into the lake and breathe the water in."
Damn. What's this, get-Eric-to-kill-himself day? Again? On today's menu: drowning!
Eric wasn't pleased, but he tried to suppress the displeasure by focusing on the task at hand and getting over this hurdle as soon as possible. "Yeehaw," he said to himself in a flat tone.
Eric went knee-deep, then waist-deep into the lake. The cool water soothed the tension within him.
It's just water.
The human body is sixty percent water - which is more than half of me.
He was a bit surprised to recall such a number.
Must be because of those sports drink commercials on tv
. He prodded the sand with the sole of his foot.
"In the dream world, everything is breathable. Water is next best thing to breathe after air. You can even breathe in hard matter, though it needs a bit more getting used to." Maeve chuckled. "Nevertheless, if you get stuck inside a huge slab of rock, you should work on your teleportation skills as well - take it from a person who speaks from experience."
How reassuring.
Eric lowered himself into the water. He submerged his head just to get it wet, raised it again with puffed-up cheeks, and spat out a steady stream of water.
Might as well have fun before I drown.
Eric waited, but no further instruction was forthcoming. He looked back, and saw Maeve engaging in a discussion with Lucy.
Eager to get it over with, Eric breathed in deeply, crossed his legs and slumped to the lake floor.
...It's just like air. It's just like air. It's just like air...
Eric chanted to himself, determined not to rise for air after his breath runs out. He held it in as long as he could, and then breathed out very slowly... as if he was trying to stretch time itself. The deciding moment came, and he gagged for air.
Everything turned ominous - he was the intruder, the enemy, and the water around him was out to get him! For a split second he wondered whether he made a really bad choice, but that feeling of detachment disappeared as he involuntarily tried to hiccup, cough, and gasp at the same time.
This is it.
Water flooded his lungs, and with it came a feeling of surrender and acceptance. Eric's mind went silent as the severity of this new reality imposed itself on his self-awareness. When Eric noticed he was still there, probably not dead and with lungs full of water, he breathed out. The feeling of water exiting his body was a thick, flowing and needy sensation. The next few breaths were more stable and rhythmical.
Yay
, he remarked with a mixture of real and mock enthusiasm. The world felt different; being alive felt different.
How addicted we are to breathable air!
if it's so hard to let go of the
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