Dream

Stand

Your conscience slowly comes to as colors form in the darkness above you.

You can't feel it, as you sit up, and you can't tell whether the colors finished forming the violets, cyans, blues and indigoes before or after you finished sitting up.

That's the thing, of course: This is a strange land; maybe you will feel it, maybe you won't, and sometimes it's up to you, and sometimes it's always up to you. Sometimes you have no control whatsoever.

... Who knows?

Plants. Plants are around you.
Its not something you decide through observation, but more or less something you know, or acknowledge with very little thought.

Less thought than usual, anyway, since they hardly have enough of your attention at the time to gain any sort of thought other than lazy acknowledgement.

You look around. You see a tree, and immediately take in a few details, as whatever and wherever you are seems to work like a film reel; everything is recorded.

The leaves are made up of strong, vibrant cyans and blues, and not-so-leafy vines curl around every branch and twig. The tree is full, and resembles an apple tree.

Well, according to your later recollection it does, since you don't know anything else to compare the shape of the full branches and the thick trunk.

You realise that, in that thought, or whatever had happened in that blank of missing time between the observation of the branches 'til now, your eyes had landed on the branching-out trunk just under the thick and colorful canopy.
You can see the vines. They're soft violets and purples, with baby-bright indigo and lilac highlights where the light-wherever it might come from-hits them, with darker royal purple shadows on the other sides of the vine.

Colors of calm, and of royalty, among other things, you will later remember. Of course, you'd rather remember calm and royalty-whatever is pleasant-rather than the other definitions.
But it's not as though you would make a big deal of those thoughts, especially later on, and especially not in your subconscious mind, right?

Things go black. This time you were aware during the time lapse, although it itself did not seem to be all there-or, rather, all yours to experience.
During this time lapse, you managed to take in how few leaves are on the ivy-like vine. Also, the leaves are extremely similar to those of the much more leafy blue-type, apple-like tree.

Its almost like camouflage, huh? Seems kind-of smart, for an ivy plant.

Ivy, apparently, as it seems as though that's what you've decided to call it.

And another thing-you realize you can't feel anything below your hips, and that you cannot bend your head down to look.

In realising these things everything goes black, and you wake up.

...

Where are you?

With groggy thought and whatever immediate groggy routine you follow after having just woken up, you rub your eyes. Or, one eye, depending on what the behaviour of your eyes after that Dream may be.

You're awake now.

You decide to ignore the thought that you have to face reality in a relatively soon manner, since it seems easier to lie in the slowed time experience someone who has just woken up May experience.
It's time to think back on a couple missing holes in that Dream you just had.

You start with the missing hips, since that kind of thing is relatively alarming for someone awake and mostly present as compared to someone in a dream and not truly completely there.
Why were your hips almost missing...?

Why, it's because this blanket that is covering your lower body is very comfortable and warm! It's almost as though your lower half has melted comfortably into some sort of fluid to match the blanket and bed-not literally melted, of course, but asleep with the now steadily quickening but still slow blood flow caused by the slowed heart of someone in deep slumber.

Another thing, now, since the hip-and-legs mystery has been solved...

Hmmm......

The colors. Something about the colors seemed off, since your once-asleep self is now slightly more awake and recalls that not only are plants not normally that color or those colors in anything but their-... flower... bits...

You yawn.

Stupid body trying to wake itself up while you're concentrating on the Dream you have just experienced.

... but blue and purple mean other things than calm and royal.
(You can recall this now because the asleep you didn't have time to care, and didn't care to care either.)

Blue means... what else, sadness, loneliness, perhaps? And the purples, the violets...

You hum, follow it with a yawn, then stroke your chin lazily in thought.
You're not quite awake yet.

Purples and violets... Something about... something you don't care for, right now.
You're too tired to care for it, and return to slumber.