Most people discover new worlds by traveling.
I discovered mine by closing my eyes.
When I am feeling that I have drifted to sleep
There’s a strange electric sensation crawling from my feet up to my head, like a current searching for a path. I wasn’t asleep yet, but I wasn’t fully awake either. The moment I stopped resisting and allowed the sensation to move, something inside me shifted.
One second I was lying in my room.
The next second, I was watching myself sleep.
Not in a metaphorical way — in the literal, unnerving, wonderfully impossible way that makes you question everything you know about consciousness.
I stood there, weightless, in a space that looked exactly like reality but felt… thinner, like the world was rendered on lower gravity.
That was the first time I realized:
I wasn’t dreaming.
I was traveling.
In this state, everything responded to thought.
A wall solidifies if I believe it will.
A door appears if I expect a way out.
A whole scene collapses the moment I lose focus.
It felt like holding a world made of smoke —