Cats puke. Sometimes alot. Sometimes a little. Sometimes in the middle of the night. Sometimes in hidden rooms. Sometimes next to your bed. Cindy does not puke a lot, per se, but she tends to be ok with going where ever she might be. In this case, a few feet away from where Sarah and I were sleeping, about 4:30am. While there is some minor inconvenience is double-checking that she is not puking on anything and not seriously in trouble—she wasn't—what happened to me as a result was worth noting.
I did wake up, but not fully. I was apparently in the midst of the dream. The combination of coming slightly awake mixed with being in light REM sleep caused me to "jerk up" into the edge of the dream. Think about a videogame where you put some sort of jump code or no-clipping code in, and sail up out of the room and look down on the game stage as a whole, along with weird little glitches and the like.
While there, I could see a massive amount of colors, sounds, swirling objects, flows of information. The equivalent was something like being next to a swirling storm cloud made up of bits of things and feeling like I was going to hurl for a few seconds. It was kind of fascinating, because for all intents and purposes, it was like I relocated to slightly outside of the dream-state and could witness the dream, not as a cohesive center as we normally do, but as a massive firing of neurons and random cascadings.
It did make me feel dizzy, and it was a lot to take in, and I got to actually feel my eyes "twitch" (as they do in REM). I ended up with a slight headache and then passed back out to sleep what seemed to be dreamless sleep for a bit. When I woke up, I had forgotten about it. Sarah mentioned something about Cindy puking, and then it came back to me. I do not remember any of the hundreds or thousands sensory impressions that occurred, except maybe hearing some female voice joke about "chasm", and what I think it was an atom splitting, but there you go.
Currently ranks as the coolest dream I ever had. I still get sort of dizzy trying to recall it, though.
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