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Dreams…within dreams, within dreams. It gets difficult around the fourth dream in. That’s when I always use my grip on reality. When there’s no turning back half-way through the rabbit hole, when you’re suffocating and thirsting for air, but there’s this little voice in your head saying blue pill or red pill? How did Alice choose to go down the rabbit hole?

Because around the fourth level in, things begin to get particularly bizarre. The first and second level are all right, they look familiar enough, because they’re more a fusion of your conscious and subconscious. Around the third level, things start to become hazy, and there are two-dimensions or even one (if you’re that boring), and it can end there if you want it to. The further you scoot down the rabbit hole, the stranger it becomes, and the harder—of course—it is to get out.

In the fourth dream-within-dreams, things again begin to take on their proper dimensions, or so it appears. But people become shapes and shapes melt to become colors, and it can get extremely confusing to keep track of everyone within when you’re in such an unusual state of being. That’s why you have to keep your mind focused on a central theme, always, when you sleep. You think of something—fiercely think of it—before sleep overtakes you, and hopefully it’s the first thing you think of once you crawl back out of the rabbit hole again… assuming you do come out.

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