Saturday, 23 January 2016
Dreaming In Situ.
It’s an odd experience to fall asleep, then wake into a dream set in the same room and in precisely the same circumstances. It’s what happened to me earlier. When you wake up a second time back in normal reality, you find yourself looking around, wondering whether the people who just visited are still there but invisible. And it’s doubly odd when one of them was a close relative who died twelve years ago, and his companion is completely unknown to you. It encourages further wondering about where reality starts and ends.