30 minutes ago i was dreaming. here, i was experiencing nothing distinctive, but pressing myself for an explanation maybe this could be described as a landscape of weightlessness, a water like substance that had a cooling or numbing effect. sometime during my slow steady descent into this deepening pool the people pulled me up, and back. sounds penetrated the third wall of my skull and here manifested themselves nightmareishly. particularly jarring, the music and unpredictable voices reverberating inside the cramped space seemingly hateful and sexual and grating. reminding me of the mood of a darkened city park and myself as the main lynch character stumbling blindly, feeling alien to herself. all at once dreaming and conscious and dead and alive and numb and vicious. if tiredness was felt in terms of weight and mass and sound. pushing against this outer membrane like an impending aging process and a deep panic.