There are several places that can be accessed by traversing the boundaries of dreams and reality, for me.
- The bubblegum pink stream that sings over stones, a pathway given to me at the end of a long dream to grant me access to my dreams again. I used this to help me sleep, now I’m recultivating it to see if its original purpose was to help me return to The Island of Lost Hope.
- The bamboo grove, a flat packed sandy textured soil with bamboo growing up all around. A stream winds along one side of the grove. This is a place to endure pain, when needed this is where I will mentally travel to sit in a chair and watch the river flow. A useful tool when doing strenuous activities or enduring some procedure.
- The silverdark fields, composed of The Stormkissed Fields and an old exercise that ended with me standing before an island with a lonely tree. I placed the tree at the top of a small hill, around which a creek flows in a spiral downwards, although I’ve only ever heard it. The wind blows constantly creating a sound akin to static when heard in concert with the waters. When I needed to not be I would travel here and listen to the sounds, I would do this for hours.
- The sideways yoinksaround corner, a phrase that can only be said fully and properly in the right frame of mind. Even this name is a misnomer, merely the closest that can be grasped with my faculties. This is the corner from which dreams spring, the unintentional imagination that streams outwards into observation. When I wish to dream I look there, when I wish to imagine which could not be done I look there. Most require psychedelics to find this corner, for it is not left, right, up, or down, but another direction unseen by the eye.