Thrasher night. Kept waking, tossing, turning. No real specifics or standouts. There was, however, one bit where I wasn't sleeping & wasn't awake. Had to adjust my right arm; was afraid I was going to knock Sig with my elbow. Turn left and close my eyes again. It's a pretty dark bedroom so even without having light exposure my visual cortex is firing away and I perceive patterns projected over everything-- so close it's like examining cross-stitch, but also akin to an elevation map, as cartographers use.
Ever seen the front covers of Brian Eno's 'Ambient' series, 1-4? Extremely similar, only instead of close-up ben-day dot moires the imagery is expressed in >~X+|_\=x<s everywhere: ochre, violet, viridian & reds... The patterns are amorphous, shifting, of no particular consistency. The vision lasts mere moments, maybe minutes, the dial of my mind turned between stations, then I'm asleep again.
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