in this dream, I was just narrating to an imaginary audience about the vividness of the dream world here.
I walked on the sidewalk moving the camera around. I showed all the buildings, The dirt and the weeds, the leaves on the trees from far away, the little cracks in the buildings where a couple of clovers grew
there is a certain smell in the air.
I kept walking and describing what I saw.
and I started to get loud because I was so amazed:
“And how is this all possible ?! how is every detail here? everything perfectly re-created in my mind?
how did these pieces of dirt get here?
why is the old window in that building so detailed and I can see inside as I walk past it?
how is this all stored here so perfectly in my dream?!!!”
I started to shake the camera around and I knew it was about to disappear again. “No, stop just a minute more!”
and I woke up and instantly remembered that landscape is a familiar dream world. it’s a combination of places and created ones, but all ties together into a dream map.
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