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woke up at 4.30 last night. I wasn't particularly tired, but for once I thought
I won't start the day this time or I'll be tired today. So I re-arranged my
pillow, snuggled down and eventually fell asleep, I suppose.
We were walking across a large square. We'd just left something, somewhere. It
might hVe been an opera, but I can't remember that now. I'm not sure what it
was. She was a young woman, walking not together with me, but going the same
way, a little distance off. There weren't other people anywhere. She had a
bright red coat on, and was very friendly, just chatting away. I heard her
voice and what she was saying very clearly and even replied in my own voice.
Though it was all very clear, I can't remember anything we said now, writing
this. She was very friendly, open, easy and nice and I began to think, how can
I ask if we could just meet again? Could I do that without making her think I
was creepy or just ridiculous after just this little talk as we walked.
Now I'd moved on from the big open square we were walking across talking and
was in a smaller but still open space. There was a young bloke standing facing
me across there. The girl had gone, so I naturally knew I had to speak to him.
Again, I could hear my voice very clearly as I spoke. I asked him if I could
see the girl again. I said I didn't mean anything by it. I was anxious to
assure him. it was just that she'd talked so nicely and had been so friendly to
me. In any case, at my age, how could I mean anything else? I said. He began to
take it in, bbut never got round to making a reply.
At that exact point I woke up. It was 6.46. Every word of this is true and as
accurate as I can report it now, not made up or elaborated in any way. I've
written it down as I waited to open the gate for Velli at 7.30 in the 'study'
bedroom, because I think it must be the strangest thing that's ever happened to
me. I had been walking, say, just three or four minutes in that world, I would
estimate, walking along with some girl in a red coat I'd never seen before and
couldn't make out exactly, somewhere else.
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you see, I wrote this piece less than a year before. https://paulwhelanwriting.blogspot.com/2025/10/dreaming-consciousness-and-our-brain.html
