I'm not quite sure what exactly to title this....

[indigobringloid]

Last night as I was getting ready for bed I was feeling strange- pensive. Instead of just getting into bed I was rumagging (not sure how to spell that) my room. Now, it's not messy- it just has piles of "stuff" (for lack of a better word). A pile of German, French, Portuguese, Greek, and Latin (as in Ecce Romani) dictionaries. A pile of sketch books and loose-leaf drawings. A pile of school books. A pile of my notebooks and journals. And of course a pile of clothes. I was just off pondering in my own world looking through these little piles of things that I hold so dear and precious to my heart. As I was just looking at my stuff, I layed down on my floor and lazily gazed about my room. I knew that I was in a different state. I wasn't sure how I had gotten there, but I was there, and I wasn't going to fight it. So, I let it take me away.... I became aware of the lighting in my room, the tempature of the air, how the carpet and my clothes felt against my skin, of the shadows being cast, the rustling of tress outside my window. All of this was unfolding around me. It was happening, and I was there. I was in tune. I was in synch. I was only a few steps away from humming and feeling vibrations. Cognisent of everything- only not. Nothing, no rules, nothing applied. It was free.... I was free. As I lay there in that dreamy and surreal state of existance I started moving my hands around. It wasn't sign-language: it was just a fluent movement of my hands. When I looked around my room my eyes fell upon my mirror and I saw the reflection of my moving hands. It was captivating. I was so deeply enthrawled. To just watch them merely move was just so.... facinating. I kept on looking at my hands moving in the mirror, I was at a really peculair angle so that the only thing that I could view were my elbows and my hands. I couldn't see the rest of me. It was almost hard to believe that they were part of me, that they were attached to me, and that I in fact controlled them. They were moving faster, slower, hardly at all, a bit quicker, then really fast. I was so tired, so sleepy, so out of it, so dazed, it was easier to beleive that I was in a dream than that I was in fact in reality. My eyes drifted then to my ceiling- hoping that my shadow would carry to it and that I could continue this..... activity, this game, this experience. No shadow was up there. No matter how I moved my arms, and at what angle no shadow appeared. By the time that i focused back in on my mirror, the moment had been broken, back in reality was I. So, I crawled into bed and fell asleep.

It's not until afterwards that I hold the ability to verbalize this.

It's pretty awsome.