last night i got lost in the dreamworld. it was a strange world i find
hard to describe. colours swirled (mainly red) around in cartoonish
patterns. patterns i recognised as people and things and places. but
it wasnt reality. i knew it wasnt reality. i knew it was a dream. and
i tried to escape. escape to another dream. but i couldnt. i was
trapped. something happened. i broke out into the continuum. dreams
flashed by. i began jumping around dreams. trying to get out. i
remember trying to get to a dream about jessica. because it looked
like reality. i would flash to it. then flash back to this strange
world which would distort when i tried to break free from it. and more
pictures. an overload of information. like watching a television whose
channel is being constantly changed. yet constantly in this
dreamworld. somehow bill was in the dream. i was
tied to him.
every time the dream changed he was there. i couldnt break free. thats
why i couldnt get to the dream about jessica. i was
stuck in this world with bill. stuck in the dreamworld. in dreamspace.
and now i imagine it had something to do with being in bills room. of
having just read sandman. it was as if i was an inexperienced purveyor
of dreams. like i was entering bills dreams but couldnt focus on it. i
was seeing the world through his eyes. thats why i was tied to him.
trapped in his dreams.
i dont remember if i was in my dream. i have this vague feeling i
wasnt there. i dont think it was my dream. i was a visitor in bills.
last night i assumed the ability of the sandman. perhaps tonight it
will happen again. i will bring a crystal into my dreams to focus on
it. the colours swirling. tonight i will not be lost.