I think we are (extremely) confused about dreaming (and, frankly, just about everything else). I don’t think it exists in the same way that waves are not a distinct phenomenon from water. And I do not think that dreaming is like what we think or say it is. It is more like dreaming -is the mind-. It ‘just does this’ and it does it in a strange way.

I realized after reviewing a twilight scene (and being aware that the review was a different thing from the experience, and would change the experience due to the nature of memory)… that all of my models were not like the experience.

It was as if my mind was simultaneously inventing and experiencing the features of the context and situations I recall. And none of them -were- those contexts or situations. Which means that the dreaming mind was -assembling everything on the fly-, moving through what it, itself assembled as though this was -given from without- (lying to itself about having assembled it), and navigating through this assembly -as if it were not the assembly itself, navigating it own creations-.

This is -extremely- strange if you consider it as the mind ‘practicing’ for ‘reality’. Now, what I have written here is a brief sketch, but what I want to make clear is this: dreaming is not what we pretend it is, and neither are our minds. They are, in direct encounter, far more strange and inexplicable than anything we would ordinarily dare to paint upon them.

And dreams are not dreams. They are something… too advanced for our language to easily contain or even refer to … without staining the entire affair with its own falsified structural necessities.