Now, something very strange is actually going on. I began, some time ago, to tell myself that I was dreaming while I was awake, because I wanted to discover what it might be like to have an experience of lucid waking. The experience is still developing, however, some weeks ago I had an experience where dreamlike vignettes were bubbling into my waking consciousness carrying the credentials of actually remembered experience. To say I found this shocking is not really saying enough. Nonetheless, I now begin to suspect that something very peculiar is at play. Something stranger than my earliest suppositions. I think that perhaps what is really going on is that, in a way not dissimilar to how a structured consciousness participates in the relatively flagrant mindstorms we call dreaming, a dreaming element is secretly (and constantly) participating in our waking consciousness… perhaps, in fact, creating the underlying substrate that calls it into being, without ever being suspected or detected. So I now have this idea that waking consciousness is a bit like a strange pattern of flotsom on a vast lake of dreaming. A sea as deep as the history of everything. A sea that strange, that alien, that intimate, and that near at hand.

Let’s go diving, shall we?