In the vein of dictating a story for Fishing for Fire, this is a short interlude to bridge the songs "We've Dreamt..." and "Feather Dusting..." Its obvious congestion symbolizes a slow and mentally grueling transition from dream state to consciousness.
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May 5th (Supplemental)
(3) "Coils of Reality"
The dream did end there, but there was still an epilogue of sorts. Nothing visual awaited me, but true clarity was dawning and I could consciously feel myself coming to. It was a slow, grueling route to travel from dream state to complete consciousness, and I'd wager only a tiny fraction of chronic dreamers have experienced even once a transition so slow and detailed.
Only a single bell remained from the dream behind me. It kept me rooted in the memory that wonderful things are still to come, and the dream's appearance will not be for nothing. Even as the congested feelings and noises of reality were approaching and forcefully tugging me toward daylight, this bell wouldn't be silenced until the congestion and fog of waking were realized through conscious eyesight.
Staring at the sun-lit blinds of my window, I was left with mixed feelings. I felt sad that the dream was behind me, and I wanted desperately to return. But immediately following, there was triumph, a triumph that the memory was with me and that I had learned something. It's strange, but I may just be finding more contentment in optimism now rather than brooding.
