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tl;dr on recent dreams.
Apr. 15th, 2022 09:06 amWell that was odd.
I've often wondered how long consciousness lasts after decapitation. This was less stressful than you might imagine, but I dreamed it wasn't long – long enough for the scenery to flip over and then to wake up. At least my head didn't fall off :D
The dreamscapes have been less boring recently. Not necessarily nice, but not as freakout stressful as they would once have been. I know I mention this often but it's still of great amazement to me, so it keeps coming up in the monologue.
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School visit inc toilet bowl in the middle of a cloakroom [reference to American properties with same setup in the basement to help avoid backflow in stormy weather]; half-height,blue, translucent-swirled Sci-Fi tunnel with, possibly, Dr Who + 1 (at full height) walking up it, in main school corridor. Floating down the corridor, pursued by a bald man with a spray can, the red hair dye from which was an Inception-style trigger to boost the recipient back to reality (on a spaceship) after doing something or other immersive with 'time keys', which lost themselves very easily - a woman was exclaiming hers had gone as the ship moved down a silver corridor to space; the key, red in this case, was on a ledge overlooking the scene, and seemed to be about 4cm square by 12cm or so long in the body, but with fins off, extensions of the faces. Then we cut to a sink cold water pipe bursting not once but twice and having to stop the leaks with fingertips. After that, it was two false wake-ups and an extended-family dinner with mixed-up place settings and shelled boiled eggs on my sister's plate.
There was another that I can't now record because I don't know what happened – I'm pretty sure it was another action-packed extravaganza though :-D
Last night's 'losing my head' scene was the moment of kneeling to put my face into an oval-topped open tripod =, a device to position the head for best exposure of the neck. I felt my neck being bared and then the sword-wielding headsman swung. Every moment was clear and the anticipation of 'seeing what came next (necksed?)' strong. The world tilted as my body came loose from the bit doing the seeing and pivoted into comfortable consciousness – no ramped heart rate or gasping breaths.
Interesting, if unsettling in retrospect.
I've often wondered how long consciousness lasts after decapitation. This was less stressful than you might imagine, but I dreamed it wasn't long – long enough for the scenery to flip over and then to wake up. At least my head didn't fall off :D
The dreamscapes have been less boring recently. Not necessarily nice, but not as freakout stressful as they would once have been. I know I mention this often but it's still of great amazement to me, so it keeps coming up in the monologue.
20220413
School visit inc toilet bowl in the middle of a cloakroom [reference to American properties with same setup in the basement to help avoid backflow in stormy weather]; half-height,blue, translucent-swirled Sci-Fi tunnel with, possibly, Dr Who + 1 (at full height) walking up it, in main school corridor. Floating down the corridor, pursued by a bald man with a spray can, the red hair dye from which was an Inception-style trigger to boost the recipient back to reality (on a spaceship) after doing something or other immersive with 'time keys', which lost themselves very easily - a woman was exclaiming hers had gone as the ship moved down a silver corridor to space; the key, red in this case, was on a ledge overlooking the scene, and seemed to be about 4cm square by 12cm or so long in the body, but with fins off, extensions of the faces. Then we cut to a sink cold water pipe bursting not once but twice and having to stop the leaks with fingertips. After that, it was two false wake-ups and an extended-family dinner with mixed-up place settings and shelled boiled eggs on my sister's plate.
There was another that I can't now record because I don't know what happened – I'm pretty sure it was another action-packed extravaganza though :-D
Last night's 'losing my head' scene was the moment of kneeling to put my face into an oval-topped open tripod =, a device to position the head for best exposure of the neck. I felt my neck being bared and then the sword-wielding headsman swung. Every moment was clear and the anticipation of 'seeing what came next (necksed?)' strong. The world tilted as my body came loose from the bit doing the seeing and pivoted into comfortable consciousness – no ramped heart rate or gasping breaths.
Interesting, if unsettling in retrospect.
