The dreams I had last night continue a trend to experience dreams within dreams, wake up then realize I am still dreaming and try to wake up, and so on.
Each dream in this series so far has featured one other family member and myself.
Last night, my brother and I were reminiscing while flipping through a book we both made in elementary school. We read what we had written, including what we thought success meant to us back in the day. Stunned, the more we read, the more stunned: both blown away by how wise we were when we were too young to have the experience to attain such profound simplicity.
During the dream, I woke up from the subjective experience of the dream behind my own eyes. The transition to an objective perspective and knowledge that I was dreaming this scene was fluid and diluted, an idea that I could not grasp long enough to retain memory of moment by moment. The strangest part is that when I would realize that I was dreaming, I believed that I was actually awake experiencing the scene, speaking with my brother looking at our mementos. I thought to myself, man, I wish that I would fall asleep, this is such a fluttering sleepless night and I’m sitting here reading, I wish I would fall into a deep sleep so I can wake up and feel well rested.