Bob sat at his computer half reading half musing, looking at a text. Bob suddenly could recall a dream from the day before. In vivid details, and jaw dropping intensity, Bob did not only think and recall, but dreamt and sat a wake, experiencing what had just been dreamed the night before this day.
As Bob ‘came back to be’/regained focused on the computer screen, bob sat in awe… Wondering. Could it be that I had dreamt up this day, night till today, and how was it that this questioning, also ‘in fact’, was a part of the same dream from last night! -? Had Bob not really moved a bit? Had Bob even woken up? Had Bob ever fallen asleep?
At a second glance, back on the course of the day, Bob could sense that not only could Bob not recall the moment of waking up, but also could not even recall when Bob fell asleep.
So the day went by, covering all the daily routines, mixing in some new, and some old, to form even more new, of the old. Etcetera.
Bob then went to bed. Thinking of how Bob could recall what had happened that day, both in dreams from last nigh, and from the day that was just ending.
It came to the point, where the last Bob could recall from the dream/day, was that Bob fell asleep, and surely; Bob did/had. Bob felt as heavy as a thousand stones, and the body was no longer “its”, but a shared unit, in witch Bob; could do its doings, and be its being(s).
Bob could feel the restructuring of damaged/used brain cells, and the same throughout the body. Not ending with his skin, but ongoing throughout the planet, our solar-system, the galaxy, the universes… A multi-versal healing process, in which Bob only had to let it happen! (Healing = making whole again.)
Bob last thoughts as awake had been: “Am I saying this somewhere?” Am I now laying here in my bed, situated in another “frame” telling myself this out loud? … If I now scream “BANANA!” and later think: “BANANA!” could I then ‘be conjoining’ the two acts, as one?
Bob could feel how 'Bob' felt. Bob could direct the emotions. Feeling as several. And as bob lost the last sense; of any of the main 5 senses, … Closing the eyes, letting go of the last tension there was in the eyelids (body), Bob “felt”/”became” a surging pool of motion, unspecified, unwilling, undestined. Yet inspirational, and motivating, …
Bob then “tested” to ‘see’, if Bob could open the eyes. And/or regain any of the five senses… Expecting to open them in bed, Bob was surprised to regain the feel of the senses, sitting in a chair!
Bob got up from the chair in a jolt, and looked around. Surely, Bob was just in bed. Utterly amazed but what had just happened, Bob took a fast recap, on the recent events.
Bob sat down in the chair, all alone in a room. Only 'Bob' and the chair was there, floor, 5 walls, and a ceiling… Thinking back to when Bob sat in front of the computer earlier, and fast-forwarded to this moment; in this room.
Again thinking “Am I saying this somewhere?” “Can anyone hear me?” … Before he had even thought about thinking to form a reply, there was a voice, … replying: “Yes, yes indeed.”
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I am just typing to see/’get used to’ not using “he”, for a unspecified person. (Gender.) But felt like sharing it. And maybe even I continue the story. (I written 3-4 of these now, but this is the longest one.) It is just a beginning, and I will probably write on some day, but feel free to inspire!  
Oh, and if you want to criticise, or anything like that, and it go against forum rules, then just send a pm!  I am open for any input, but “put out” only me… :p
I have sat here to long, and swim in my own sweat! Høhøh.. So I will not read this over yet... Time to take a time-out!
Edited by Gomp (10/10/06 01:14 PM)
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