Hypnagogic and Hypnopompic visions and auditions are, to me, astounding little things. They usually disappear upon waking. I count myself lucky when I can remember them because they are usually so fleeting and bizzare. I consider them creatures of their own, mostly separate from the actual action of sleeping and so decided to start a thread dedicated to them. If you want, share your hypnagogic/pompic experiences here in Hypnanthology.
Here we can give them some room, respect, and reflection.
I recalled three from last night.
A crowd of beautiful smiling women came my way. They were all normal human heads on spindly stick bodies.
A guy reached for me, tripped and floated in the air. “This must be a dream,” he said. “It is,” I reply, then wake.
A delivery of a rack of books in bread loaf bags, all the books were bread shaped.