Channeling dreams from the beyond within and it's not creating but connecting
Hello worldconnector the references are here. The sundowns have been blue lately. Blue fade, is it because of the snow, the low light of our sun at its farthest? The trees are bathed in an eye-shutting color. Perhaps this is Hygge, and all the fog simplifies the landscape to look at outside; a very relieving minimalism which makes me sleepy in a nice way. And I was sitting thinking of Worldconnector. Among all the things I somehow can't manage to express properly.
I had been talking about all the inside-worlds, and said I'd write more about them too. They haven't been on my mind all that much lately just because I haven't been peering into them.
Perhaps because my depression has toned down a lot.
Strange. It used to get worse in winter. Oh, Winter. Maybe it's worse in summer now. No matter.
Hey kid, wanna run the moon? Are you the type of lost one to want to walk away from life? Are you disgusted by people, their customs, their attitudes, their ways of thinking, their fucking soullessness and lack of inner, their degeneracy, are you fed up with people of low quality? What else is there to feed you?
So the point is you are not making these worlds, you are growing closer and closer to them until you see them in your dreams. I always think that the kind of person that doesn't understand those like the Trains & Hearths or all the Grimzones are swine and don't deserve to channel, but I don't know. Maybe it's all because I have had to deal with a mentally thotlike person for a long time. Naive and just darkless, and fucking infuriatingly swiney in regards to pearls. I might just be alone and ignorant of any others whose dark steel-fire inner vibe is even better than mine by my own standards. I sometimes feel like I should just write a book myself; I had started and then gave up on it. It could be the best way to possibly somehow somewhat communicate those deep vibes to another, although I fear the translation will never work out in the end. Martial industrial!
My own laziness, for lack of a better term, doesn't help.
You can peer into other realities. Sometimes if you're in the right state of mind you can feel them through the veil. And then you get slivers. It's more than hiraeth, it's being tied to another world. I remain hesitant to say worlds or dimensions. But that's it. You need to get a copy of Rayman 2 and play it. Do it. Get the 3 too you can play it for free right now if you get a GC ROM and an emulator but I recommend you get a USB game controller. It can help you understand the Artism of it. Wrong word. Close word. It's a depth of soul. It's an artistic understanding. The feeling of a world. A little pocket dimension, and like this I channel. Even without realizing. Because it's a part of something I need. I used to plunge down and go deep every night. Sometimes the dreams you have are about real pocket dimensions, like my Baltika world Note to self, it's the Northeastern Ocean one, cold, grey, passive. I like it, it's like a strangely good strain of diluted depression? These inner vibes are always hard to put into words, because words aren't made the right way for this. Just imagine that most of the time your connection to your dreamstate fizzles away as soon as you get up and it just slips away from your grasp (typically). How can I truly put something which comes from this elusive of a perimeter into words when even as I am remembering it, my ego is muddying it and staring it apart?
Well, in closing thoughts I want to specify that if it works better for you to be thinking that you are making worlds, better for you. I thought about Little nightmares 1 and 2 also, which I want to play but haven't.
...Sigh!
People like us, they're into stuff like this, plainly because they don't like living in this world. Now I'm feeling blue. And by the way, those worlds, if you go deep enough, you can go there. I could take a trip in this lukecold tundra world with low grey skies. Hold on, I just saw movement to my left in the corner of my eye.