you know, when i was sleeping a few days ago
i saw first my dream, then how it transformed and I saw behind what was building the dream.
Guess what it was?
it was a language speaking, i both read and heard it at the same time and it sounded/looked like sanskrit or something arabic.
It's words and meanings would turn into what I saw as my dream. It was being read to me and i "heard" it as a dream and thought the dream was my invention w/o me realizing that it was being read to me as a story from some astral plane behind reality.
I wonder who read it to me, it seemed like someone just chanting me into existance from the dream world, which is also the real world in the sense ideas stem from the same place as dreams.
So who am I really? It was pretty cool.