Oneiric Escapades

I went to bed early on Monday night. Midway during the night or so, I woke up because I had to empty my bladder. After the much needed jaunt to the bathroom, I reposed with a book for half an hour or so before dipping under the gauzy sheets of waking consciousness in order to visit the bizarre, technicolor mattress of the subliminal. There was a dream, or two, and then I found myself in the waking state for only a wink. Then I heard a peculiar electronic trill. This trill indicated to me that I was indeed in the hypnagogic, the mind-space of weird physics that lies betwixt the waking state and the full-blown dream-state. I heard two “trill sequences,” and then I bounced out of my body. My dream-body flew towards the window. From the vantage point of my window, I could see a landscape adorned in fantastical wonderments that intangibly twinkled. The sky had two suns in it, or two moons in it, or…I couldn’t tell. The orbs of immaculate light, like the state of consciousness itself, were of an in-between nature. They were white-hot balls of intense energy, and they were in opposite ends of the sky. A part of me postulated that they were moving closer together. After noticing these orbs, I decided to jubilantly fly through the window and join the environs of the Edenic world outside my dream-bedroom. I flew through a patch of flowers from the brugmansia genus. The plants looked rugose, they were green, and they were supernaturally wet. In fact, the texture looked like the unpalatable husk of a certain type of cabbage I can’t remember the name of. After flying through these brugmansia flowers, I remember flying past some other indistinct and wet plants. Then I found myself on the vibrant ground. A crazed menagerie soon surrounded me—elephants were stampeding, birds were flitting this way and that, and other animals were doing “animal-esque” things. A Bengali tiger, a tiger that seemed callous and livid, then approached me. Just when I was about to be eaten by the animal, a lion saved me by batting at the tiger’s head. After this, the dream sequence seemed to lose some type of psychic footing in the weird physics of mind-space. Things turned oily black in the subliminal faculty. I was then awake. I think I went to the washroom for a second time. Damn bladder.