Today I dreamt I was standing on a bridge by the ocean and peered down into the water and saw monstrously gigantic creatures swimming about. The water was so clear and shallow, I had thought, but you could see everything. There was one frighteningly enormous manta-ray; it was red and seemed to have been half as wide as the bridge that I was standing on. I closed my eyes, hoping it’d go away. Then right next to me appeared a scraggly looking middle-aged man, shirtless and wearing cutoffs and a cowrie shell necklace. He was tan with white sprouts of chest hair, and he was rolling a joint against the railing of the bridge. I noticed the red manta-ray was gone and I gradually realized that he was the creature. It was like the Thing, but out of the ocean. I looked up and around and saw hulking Godzilla-like creatures walking on land, destroying buildings. I looked back to the man and said, “I’m dreaming right now. And if you try to fuck with me, I will either try to destroy you within this dream or wake up and make you disappear entirely.” He smiled, not ever looking at me. He picked up the joint and smoked, staring off into the ocean. I joined him in gazing at the ocean and got lost in the detail that my own mind created in designing the expanse of the horizon, the coast, and the ocean waves. It was completely sublime. I started worrying about drifting into another dream or waking up, I didn’t want to lose this vision. But then the bronzed older man asked “Leaving so soon? I thought this was going to be a sex dream!” I couldn’t help but gasp/laugh. The details in his weathered face started fading, I panicked and looked back to the ocean and saw it start to blur and wash out. I said, “I think I’m about to drift into another dream, I’m sorry.” He suddenly hugged me, said that he was scared of what would happen, and said that he loved me. I was startled by my own creation and his sentience! I started crying, pitying him…it! Me?
I held him and cried, and blubbered that I loved him, too.
Then everything shifted in colors and structure, and I was another dream.
What. The. Fuck. WHAT THE FUCK BRAIN. I literally just woke up and wrote this.
I’m so creeped out. I’ve never dreamt up a person that was aware that I was dreaming and scared of their own mortality. Fuck.
the depth of the human brain/psyche. this is what this makes me think of. there is so much we can accomplish that we have yet to even be able to fathom. intense.