This morning I was dreaming in abstract concepts. There was no narrative, but eternal self-organizing chaos, balancing itself in fractal eternities.
There was a type of meta-consciousness, overseeing my floating flight’s pseudo exploration of this territory. It was passively pervasive, it was everywhere and nowhere, and it did not interact and I did not seek it out. I was just a small part of its whole, this divine organism of infinite complexity.
I found myself unable to describe this after I woke, until a few cups of coffee had occurred. So, instead I began arting for a bit, to get the visualization of the experience down.