The most beautiful dreamscape appearing like the shimmering of a rainbow born in a fine mist, completely illusory, each particle vanishing into the appearance of the next. It has the feeling of never-ending, yet I willingly drown in the present moment. I do not give a shit how I got here, and willingly give my life to this exquisite place. I feel that I am not capable of creating such beauty in my own mind. This is the work of some master dreamer. An oneironaut. Twists and turns, secret doorways, tricks and illusions everywhere... testing me, and testing all limits of reality... gloriously infuriating. When I actually saw her for a brief moment she was absolute perfection. The dakini presence that surrounded her, one of a protector, a world creator, the ultimate feminine energy. The childish games were just for fun. There was a higher purpose beneath every creation and word spoken.. what were those words?! I have forgotten. I was not built to remember. I hope I'm invited back again, as I miss her so dearly.