Particularly having seen my other half go very deeply into that animal self while giving birth, to a tiny self that is still pretty much all animal at the moment (although extremely rapidly building up cognitive superstructures)...My companion set off with a strong sidestroke and I liked watching her progress before plunging in and striking up a crawl designed to catch her up. But she was 12 years younger and the cigars had affected my blood. In the lake’s centre I watched her climbing out on the far side; and discovered I was completely out of stamina. For 20 seconds I flailed about wildly or tried to float, which only made me lose precious breath, and I thought myself sure to drown. She was too far away to help. (We found police notices afterwards warning against swimming there.)
It came to me that the mind must have some hidden rescue of its own. There stabilized within me a steady, confident self, which I imagine to be the self I had often speculated about, the unconscious unity of everything we have experienced and incorporated throughout our length of days, an entity that persists, minutely changing, very minutely, as our conscious self goes through its wilder swings of mood. Much modern linguistic philosophy argues this large entity out of all real existence, but I simply don’t believe it. A larger self instructed me to let my limbs do the work while it lay back, almost entirely uninvolved. After great calm – the panic holding off on the periphery – I realised I had ground under my feet, staggered up the shore, and collapsed, as everyday conscious awareness flooded back.
An ex of my mate's had a dream about giving birth to an octopus when they were together. I dunno what was going on at the time for them but it must have come from somewhere.i had a pregnancy scare with a girl a few months back, during which i had a dream that i was going to get pregnant and have a baby with her. i had to take this blue pill which contained an egg (it wasn't her egg which i thought would make her upset, so i was going to lie and say it was) and my sperm would fertilise it inside my belly.
i took it and then suddenly got all worried, realising this was not the correct decision as i'm nowhere near ready to have a kid. i then started panicking wondering how a baby would come out of my cock until i realised i'd probably have a c-section. i decided to get an abortion and woke up.
For such a sexual person, I don’t think I’ve ever had a sex dream.Almost a running joke in my dreams is that I'm never allowed to have any kind of sex in them ever.
The autonomous consciounesses encountered in dreams are very interesting.The concept of the Secondary Personalities refers to the interlocutors inside.
We create them and they come to assume a degree of individuation and autonomy, with their own set of responses.