I almost fall asleep, then I open my eyes and examine what is there.

The world is moving in waves. As sleep withdraws, the rhythm slows down until a single wave is frozen in time, becoming space. That wave is waking reality. It is inside a single dream-moment. Everything is still alive, but frozen.

At the center of my field of vision, in an invisible point, is reality itself. On the very edges of my field of vision, the visible melts into consciousness. Between the central point – reality – and the outer edges which are melting into consciousness, there is what is visible. This is also where dreams are. Experience is a suspension of reality in the medium of consciousness.