Blue_Opossum

Morning of September 12, 2014. Friday.



I am seemingly disembodied and hovering over an unusual scene of a mostly featureless landscape, perhaps about twenty feet up. Downward and to my left is a wide and winding river. Down and to my right is a black male of about thirty or less and seated on the mostly sandy ground. He seems very cheerful in watching the river’s flow. After a short time, I notice that the water takes on an unusual property, as if it is “more than water”. It almost seems to be a living consciousness on at least the surface of the river as if certain water droplets form one mirror-like and darker material that is “faster” and more “solid” (but still liquid) in a molecular sense. In a sense, it is as if I am seeing “compressed time”, that is, what the river’s surface looks like in totality over about ten minutes or so as perceived in a moment. The time I am in is normal, but the river has pockets of “compressed time” on its surface and also seems “alive” somehow (but in a higher sense that is “more than alive”), like a superior entity.