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i would transport myself to the topmost peak on an earth-esque planet, to a meadow plateau with bright, vibrant, living, psychedelic flowers (small ones up to six feet tall), and 4 setting suns in all directions, creating an all-encompassing sunset, with deepest red as base, and the perfect complements from the remaining spectrum, tinged especially in blueish-green streaks...
directly overhead would be a pin-prick point of clearest white light piercing a small circular patch of pitch black expanse, with 12 red giants (stars) surrounding it. this circular patch would melt into the hues of the fourfold sunset on each horizon.
then i would focus on the fact that it is my last lucid dream, and thus my last opportunity to express myself without 'waking-life' restrictions.
as i hold this thought in my mind, i would slowly melt like a beeswax candle in the very center of the field (which would be circular by the way), and flow outwards in all directions, gently sloping downwards in slow, achingly beautiful movements. this fluid morphing would continue outwards with increasingly intricate geometric patterns, the continuous process creating the richest, clearest, most breath-taking symphony resounding from my molten meanderings out to the furthest reaches of the universe. angelic voices would harmonize, high and low- would flow out of every relationship in the 'crop circle' design i would spontaneously choose.
and of course, i would 'inhabit' every wave of vibration in this entire process. feeling the entire lotus design blossoming, feeling the harmonic beauty as it leaks from its visual counterpart (the design), being gently tugged behind each soundwave, pulled, and pushing, encompassing the entire universe with perfectly delicate, radiant resplendency. [/b]