wefarrell · December 30, 2015 01:19
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 Last night I had dreams within dreams. I was in a grassy region that was completely flooded with multicolored water because of rains. I walked around and found my dad's house, the house I grew up in. I sat on the steps up to the house from the back yard and realizing it was a dream, I attempted to meditate. I was unable to concentrate because I kept getting woken up by various people coming into my apartment trying to get me out of bed. At first it was my dad, then my sister and some of her friends. I became angry and kept attempting to fall back asleep so I could meditate, but as soon as I tried someone new would come in and interrupt me. Little did I realize that I was never actually getting woken up, and the interruptions were part of the dream. However, I do remember having the insight that these "real world" interruptions were no different than thoughts that came and went in my head.

 I distinctly remember passing in between the dream within the dream, and the regular dream. When I would wake up from the dream within the dream, my apartment would be much bigger and there would be hidden rooms I didn't know existed, that connected my apartment with the neighboring one. I explored these rooms which never seemed to end, and realized that the apartment and the building was a large labrynth with antiques in each room.
	Last night I had dreams within dreams. I was in a grassy region that was completely flooded with multicolored water because of rains. I walked around and found my dad's house, the house I grew up in. I sat on the steps up to the house from the back yard and realizing it was a dream, I attempted to meditate. I was unable to concentrate because I kept getting woken up by various people coming into my apartment trying to get me out of bed. At first it was my dad, then my sister and some of her friends. I became angry and kept attempting to fall back asleep so I could meditate, but as soon as I tried someone new would come in and interrupt me. Little did I realize that I was never actually getting woken up, and the interruptions were part of the dream. However, I do remember having the insight that these "real world" interruptions were no different than thoughts that came and went in my head.

	I distinctly remember passing in between the dream within the dream, and the regular dream. When I would wake up from the dream within the dream, my apartment would be much bigger and there would be hidden rooms I didn't know existed, that connected my apartment with the neighboring one. I explored these rooms which never seemed to end, and realized that the apartment and the building was a large labrynth with antiques in each room.