I don’t know if there is a word for this. I know it isn’t telepathy, but here’s the thing: I woke up knowing exactly what the surface of this planet was. I also can’t tell what planet it was, but it wasn’t one of our standard well-known planets.
The ground was comprised of dirt but not granular. It was powdery but without being dusty. There was gravity, however, when I picked up a handful of dirt and poured it out of my hand, it didn’t fall to the surface but simply stayed suspended right where I poured it.
There were rocks but they were of a sponge-like quality. They were neither solid nor heavy, but they had the appearance of our rocks. It was all very strange, and I haven’t even told you the strange part yet.
The only way I know to describe this is like the entire atmosphere was playing a single note on a clarinet. It wasn’t loud but obviously there. It was smooth and went on uninterrupted the entire time I was there. It was actually kind of soothing.
The air quality was
fine but felt like it was carbonated.
Breathing in and out tickled. I
don’t know if all of these things were a part of a dream I was having, but when
I awoke, I felt very disappointed that I’d not seen a shoe store anywhere. I have no idea what a shoe store has to do
with any of this, but I’d like to go back again.
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