Yesterday I've experienced an extraordinarily vivid and beautiful instance of lucidity and thought it'd be a shame not to write it down (I no longer keep a dream journal), but once I've begun I found myself at loss as to how to express certain facets of the experience. I could, of course, focus on the tangible part of the dream - the place, the colors, the people etc., but I found that the special 'flavor' that made the experience so extraordinary is, simply put, beyond words.
There's a famous statement by Wittgenstein that the boundaries of our language coincide with the boundaries of our world. The Eskimo languages are said to posess a vast set of words that describe various shades of white; concomitantly, our own limited language mirrors our limited understanding of reality, and once we're faced with a broader view we are at loss as to how to describe it. Think lucid dreaming.
Was anyone here ever faced with a problem similar to my own?
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