My office does meditation, and I'm terrible of thinking of nothing, so I do a lot of 'visualizing walks'
1) The forest is so deep I can barely breath. The little light that makes it through is a deep green, cut with little dancing lights. They aren't fireflies, they're the gold lights I see when passing out. There isn't anything else in the forest. The mossy ground is soft on my bare feet and muffles my steps.
2) In real life, I'd take the paved path, especially in bare feet, but here there aren't sharp objects or insects I might step on. My joints don't hurt. And paved paths don't really belong here, so it's safest to stay on the path that belongs.
3) The cup rests by a small pool in the moss, more of a puddle really. It's a chipped drinking mug. Again, best not to drink. It's probably part of somebody else's story, and it's best not to touch things in dreams that aren't meant for you.
4) The water is a river, a small stream. It feels too loud, not muffled enough. I consider dipping my feet in, but I don't want to muddy the water, and being wet will only get me muddier. Instead, I kneel to take a drink of cold water. I guess steams are safer than puddles, and no water tastes better than cold mountain runoff.
5) I only ever go to the same places, and it's only me and one other thing here, so I greet it. It probably won't stay a bear long. It's been a human, a snake, a shadow, but it always becomes a dog eventually. I ask it why it's a bear. It asks me why I'm a person. This is my mind. I could be anything, and I've never liked my form. Why keep it.
I try to think of myself as something else. This morning I was a flame whose tongues became butterflies at their peaks, but I'm too busy to lose myself, so I am a person.
And I tell it I can't talk now because others can read this.
6) The stone wall is an old castle wall. Specifically, the one I saw when I visited where my parents used to live in Scotland. It was odd to me because not much is old where I'm from besides the occasional tepee circle and it feels so strange and magic to have a castle with no tours, no plaques, a whole castle and it's allowed to be left in the mundane.
Solution - I really want to visit that old mausoleum nearby. It's so lovely and quiet and it's good to spend time in strange and quiet places sometime. Also the stained glass if pretty as heck and I want to show somebody.
Also, this text reveals that, though I sound pretentious normally, my stream of consciousness is even worse. Sorry I'm like this.