caught in the water and flowing away like spilled ash. He grew smaller his head coming equal with mine at last and I was able to get a good grip on his shoulders and with all my strengthening might I was able to push him down into the water and watch him disintegrate and flow away like sewage. It was with a great sense of satisfaction that I pushed his head under water and watched it disperse.
The night was long and I had struggled with him for many hours and I was exhausted and lay down in my dream to sleep.
At this moment I awoke and felt the full force of the dream in wakened state. I felt elated to be free from the doubt and the darkness that had crushed me with such force the night before. Convinced as I was that I had had a dream I found when I tried to move that every muscle ached and when I tried to stand I found myself to be very wobbly and unsteady on my legs.
I was thirsty as well and only then did I realise that I was back beside the river not far from where I had strode out the day before for the side of the valley, while confused by this I was glad and drank deeply from the water until I felt refreshed. Around me I noticed little mushroom type growths that had grown during the night and tentatively I tasted one and found it to be sweet on the tongue and melting easily. I ate my fill and felt my strength return.
My body still ached and I decided to rest where I was beside the river for the remainder of the day.
I felt a great need to think and ponder and to try and get to grips with what I was experiencing and make sense of the reality in which I found myself.
I realised that reality only exists in our minds. For example the world has no colour it is only what our eyes make of the light that enters them that gives us colour and only with two eyes do we see depth or think we do. Other creatures see the world and shapes quite differently. There is no definitive thing called red but only something we are able to call that by common experience. I had made the shadowy figure into that of a man but was it? Was it just my mind making sense out the reality.
I expected grass to be green and trees to be trees and water to flow and so around me that was what I made out, but was it real or just my brain making some kind of sense out of something else. I recalled being able to float and then doubting it because of course gravity made such an idea impossible, I looked at the ground and assumed that I must be tied to it by the force I knew as gravity. What if that was not the case at all?
As I tried to make sense of all these thoughts I noticed that I had begun to rise slowly above the ground and I struggled with this idea but refused to doubt what I was experiencing. I tried to trust what I was experiencing as being part of the this new reality. I looked at the tree and longed for the shade it was casting, a shade I hadn't noticed before, was I creating the shadow out of my need for there to be shadows in my world and as I got lost in that thought so I found myself slowly and gently moving across the river towards the tree. I tried hard not to fight or doubt the experience and I found very quickly that I was at rest beneath the tree and wished myself to be in contact with the green grass and so I settled as gently as a falling feather to the ground and there I rested throughout the afternoon and in to the evening. As the sun began to set I made my way on foot to the river to drink and to eat of the sweet food that was growing on the bank and then with a simple act of will a lightness of being filled my body and I floated gently back to the tree, my feet only a few centimetres above the ground. I needed to make no walking motion I simply moved freely through the air. I was exhilarated by this experience and the reality of that which I had always dreamed of doing. I had known I could do this and was glad finally to experience it while awake. It wasn't flying, I could simply move my body by an act of will and so it
The night was long and I had struggled with him for many hours and I was exhausted and lay down in my dream to sleep.
At this moment I awoke and felt the full force of the dream in wakened state. I felt elated to be free from the doubt and the darkness that had crushed me with such force the night before. Convinced as I was that I had had a dream I found when I tried to move that every muscle ached and when I tried to stand I found myself to be very wobbly and unsteady on my legs.
I was thirsty as well and only then did I realise that I was back beside the river not far from where I had strode out the day before for the side of the valley, while confused by this I was glad and drank deeply from the water until I felt refreshed. Around me I noticed little mushroom type growths that had grown during the night and tentatively I tasted one and found it to be sweet on the tongue and melting easily. I ate my fill and felt my strength return.
My body still ached and I decided to rest where I was beside the river for the remainder of the day.
I felt a great need to think and ponder and to try and get to grips with what I was experiencing and make sense of the reality in which I found myself.
I realised that reality only exists in our minds. For example the world has no colour it is only what our eyes make of the light that enters them that gives us colour and only with two eyes do we see depth or think we do. Other creatures see the world and shapes quite differently. There is no definitive thing called red but only something we are able to call that by common experience. I had made the shadowy figure into that of a man but was it? Was it just my mind making sense out the reality.
I expected grass to be green and trees to be trees and water to flow and so around me that was what I made out, but was it real or just my brain making some kind of sense out of something else. I recalled being able to float and then doubting it because of course gravity made such an idea impossible, I looked at the ground and assumed that I must be tied to it by the force I knew as gravity. What if that was not the case at all?
As I tried to make sense of all these thoughts I noticed that I had begun to rise slowly above the ground and I struggled with this idea but refused to doubt what I was experiencing. I tried to trust what I was experiencing as being part of the this new reality. I looked at the tree and longed for the shade it was casting, a shade I hadn't noticed before, was I creating the shadow out of my need for there to be shadows in my world and as I got lost in that thought so I found myself slowly and gently moving across the river towards the tree. I tried hard not to fight or doubt the experience and I found very quickly that I was at rest beneath the tree and wished myself to be in contact with the green grass and so I settled as gently as a falling feather to the ground and there I rested throughout the afternoon and in to the evening. As the sun began to set I made my way on foot to the river to drink and to eat of the sweet food that was growing on the bank and then with a simple act of will a lightness of being filled my body and I floated gently back to the tree, my feet only a few centimetres above the ground. I needed to make no walking motion I simply moved freely through the air. I was exhilarated by this experience and the reality of that which I had always dreamed of doing. I had known I could do this and was glad finally to experience it while awake. It wasn't flying, I could simply move my body by an act of will and so it
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