We’re little dreamers.

Interesting.

Perhaps i dream more, but remember them less often, though more vividly when i do. I don’t usually care what i dream, or if i do. But i usually feel like i didn’t really “dream.” It’s like i go to sleep and just feel some sort of sleep induced euphoria, and then wake up into this nightmare again.

Perhaps i am “dreaming of nothing,” but i often remember the feeling of drifting in a blissful emptiness, disembodied, with no stress or pressure or attachments. It’s like i’m finally not me anymore, not anything at all, and just… free. Like i don’t even have to bear the burden of a “self” anymore. During my dreams of nothingness, i have no identity. I’m barely even a consciousness. It’s like i’m aware of my non-existence, or rather, of my physical non-existence… but that there is a freely maneuverable point of reference, where my disembodied consciousness can still be aware of perceiving the cosmos. I can be anywhere, from any angle, without regard to cosmic events… but i don’t occupy “space.” I don’t have “dimensions.” I’m just… nothing but a perspective, really… free to perceive anything from anywhere, at any time, with the ability to instantaneously locate elsewhere, with no delay. But even still, i don’t really “go around looking at everything.” I just sort of… “am,” and even the ability to be anywhere and see anything instantly, seems irrelevant. I can remember the feeling of remarking at my own dream, and thinking something like: “Hm. Neat.”