nighttime dreams
Woke up yesterday at 3:30 am after an evening of drinking and vaping. Could not fall back asleep for a while, had vivid memories of my nighttime dream. I was a black bird first, a crow, in a gameified dialogue. I was asked to redecorate a house for 650 clients. Arguably, an impossible task. Too many clients. I scrolled through my predefined text-answers, but after being through a loop a few times, I accepted the challenge. The screen was divided, the lower third green like grass, the top two thirds blue skies. In the middle was a mound of dirt, freshly dug up, a mole hill of sorts that I would fly through when picking an answer.
The next part of the game/dream had transformed me back into a human form. I was standing on a plane that had a circular hole, 2.5 metres wide. Below that, a little off center, another plane with a hole, and so on, ever-repeating. Holes all the way down. I knew I had to pass through them to get to my challenge but climbing clumsily through a few of them revealed a sisyphysian mechanic, where my climbing would just reload new planes. I finally started jumping through them, letting go of control completely revealed a magic pull, a gust of wind that would securely take me through the holes without incidents. That is how I cleared this stage of the game/dream. Falling through the holes was exhilarating, freeing. I had to actively focus on relinquishing control to keep the process going smoothly. I think that is very telling of my process. Lessons to be learned from the black crow redecoration nighttime game/dream.