The brain is like an ocean. There's different levels of consciousnous you can dive down to. I'd like to think that when you're dreaming you're as deep as your can get into your ocean of thoughts and impulses, and I enjoy dreaming because I always wake up with a new thought for a poem or song. It's like diving and exploring this shipwreck of your own memories and bringing back the items you still consider precious. Those items that know one else knew were there until you found them again. Then As you're down there diving, There's a sound. A knocking sound. As a musician, I have this uncanny ability just to incorporate outside noise into my dreams for a few moments. My brain instantly improvises a scenario to cover up the unwanted visitor. Then As if someone has turned on the shop-vac in your mind, you're pulled up through all those levels of water and you reach the surface quicker than you ever imagined. As you regain your sense of reality it gives you the most dizzying sensation. You are part in one realm and part in another. Your breathing heaves to dive back in. For you weren't quite there yet! The rational side of you says "get the door you fucking idiot!". I chose to do nothing. I chose to revel in that dizzying feeling for a while trying to find a term to describe it. If my "diving for thoughts" excursion was to be ruined I'm going to find another way to be inspired. You pull me out of my dreams so quickly that you give me the bends. |