the silence of dull, stone walls penetrates all
Meditation Chambers [Haiku]
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I awaken from a dream within a dream, and I'm still dreaming -- dreaming that I'm walking with the others, the others that I'm told are all me, walking in some vaguely familiar exotic destination Of course, I don't know I'm dreaming. I did wake up after all, but it turns out that it's dreams all the way down.
I fell into a deep dreamhole amid the broad daylight, and tumbled and tumbled, stumbling out in the dark of night. I lost so many hours of life where reflections shimmer. I could not breathe, nor could I float - I, the swimless swimmer. I dropped, lost in those reflections. They were my mind's great curse, luring me to a shimmer space that I could not traverse.
MonsterMind: Dealing with Anxiety & Self-Doubt by Alfonso Casas
Only too eager to have the machine installed in their brains, they did what they could, and, instead, installed their brains into the machine. Data sparkled in the mind void, bouncing about and careening into other bytes and clusters. But the crash cascades always came, a cannibalistic consumption of fact, transmogrifying it into a shabby soup of quasi-reality. Brain-pans paining, densely packed with alternate realities that could never be rectified. By the time they realized the virtue of going out to play, they were no longer sure what "outside" meant -- Outside of what? Where's the exit? Where is there something else? -something simple? How's one get off this speeding bus? It became the pain that ruled that last lost generation.