dreams. indeed. mostly in colour for this old fart. lots of collages. interesting, well to me, designs patterns and movements. at times serious laugh out loud ones. not sure but think my dreams may depend on what i ate for dinner. one interesting dream a few weeks ago caused my wife to wake. she said she thought i was dying.
it went like this, and i remembered it well. was upstairs in a second floor meeting room looking out the window in a pensive state. i heard the downstairs door lightly open and close. the staircase was wide and the first 3 steps led to a landing. then a left hand turn led up a staircase with 15 steps onto another landing which then led into the meeting area. so then. when i heard someone enter downstairs i felt calm but also felt a deep sadness descending. as i walked from the open meeting room to the top of the steps i audibly (what my wife heard) joined in sounding the melancholy drone that was vibrating throughout. as i arrived at the top landing i saw an older couple already standing motionless on the second landing and the person who entered the door standing motionless there as well. my drone was soft but solid and resonated my whole body. when my wife woke me i laughed and recounted this vision/dream. she fell asleep and i kept chuckling.
a word about breathing and any exercises regarding the control of it. don't do it. it's
an involuntary life sustaining function. once, for whatever reason, a person practices to take control of it and hands it over to their limited consciousness, they may well find that without their conscious efforts their breathing will change and possibly even stop. a better exercise, in my oponion, would be to stop looking at the world as if one is watching tv and include themselves in the scene. in other words, step out of oneself and simply observe. messing with ones mechanism, the body knows what to do, can lead to, well, a broken machine. and a break that may not be fixable.
oye vey eh. heh!