And so it was that I found myself in that place. I was meditating I believe, at least I remembered I had a body to which I was attached by this long film like thing like a silver glowing wire connecting me and holding me here in place. I was just kind of floating now above what looked like swirling winds of energy and light all around me. I don't know where I was or how I had come here, so I drifted freely as I floated about for there was nothing to rest on and I could not tell which direction was which. It was a relief though fron where I had just been, being sucked into what appeared to be a golden void like a whirlpool or a tornado. It had pulled me into it and I fell for what seemed forever, down some kind of hallway made entirely of smoke and fire, the flames which had burned me and the smoke had choked my eyes. But that felt like an eternity ago now and I was no longer in agony or pain, as i found myself here. Wherever here was.
I felt like I had been here forever, and I forgot that I had ever once existed as anything else than as what I was now, but I was not sure what that even was. And then I heard a sound like a thousand engines rushing in vibrations which I felt like were going to tear me apart, and then I heard a voice like a raging storm, like a tornado minutes away from heading toward you and crushing you as it ripped you apart into every direction and scattered your remains throughout the four directions of the earth. I was afraid I would be completely destroyed by the force of it.
I think I spoke with the voice for what felt like forever until I suddenly felt that I was being sucked once more but this time it felt like I was going up and backwards now and instead of falling down, I was spiraling away quickly through a maelstrom of clouds of lightning. I hurtled faster and faster until I found myself back now, to a place I remembered as being my body sleeping soundly on the bed. But I was not awake yet, but I knew I was still sleeping.
I tried to make sense of what had happened, and I reflected about it for what felt like hours. I recalled something I think the voice had told me, what it called the riddle of duality, and had told me that my kind were trapped or enslaved by this false dichotomy, a fake opposition bound by what it said were between the four spaces of what was essentially an illusion. There had also been something mentioned about a fifth wheel or element but I could not recollect what had been said. But that it said what was, was something like a shadow, behind which is one thing. And that one thing is which all things come from, and are headed towards, I believe, but I am not certain now what it means. I recollected perhaps as though this world and it's events were something of a game being played out by giants; I am told the goal of the illusionist is to make the illusion seem real. So real that one believes the illusion instead of what is real. And I was certain at least of one thing, that the illusion was just hiding what lay behind it. But I could not remember anymore, and I can only humbly recollect to you these fragments of that fantastic dream I had from which I awoke from and immediately wrote this down, because even now I can barely remember it.
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