In the stillness of night, when the world exhales its secrets, your mind awakens, different, infinite, and yet contained in a bubble of time. Here lies the first instruction: listen.
The whispers echo only when silence prevails. Silence does not signify emptiness; it is a canvas upon which dreams paint their vivid stories.
Gather fragments of memory.
Do not apply logic, for what is logical is often absent in dreams.
Embrace the discomfort of dichotomy: fear and desire dance in the spaces between thoughts.
Consider the aesthetic potential of your nightmares. Are they a mirror reflecting desire? Discomfort? The unreal becomes real when reality takes a step back.
When you embrace the peculiarities of this nocturnal playground, you expand your consciousness, seeping beyond self-imposed boundaries.