dream diary 4

been a while since the last one.

It was one of those realistic dreams, where I am existing in a very farmiliar place.
the only thing different from reality, was that I can feel the atmosphere.

most of the times, We disregard the atmosphere as it is too omnipresent.
but in that dream, it was evident. I could feel the atmosphere.

you know how jellies are like, an intermediate between a solid and a liquid.
In that dream, the atmosphere was an intermediate between a gas, and a solid, but very close toward, -almost completely (like in real life) gas.

but I can feel the atmosphere as I cut thru with my hands, I know that I have made a 3-dimentional incision in the air, just like how we could cut thru jelly.
(but in the jelly's case, there are some air trapped in between the incisions of jelly so we can see it.)

I just know, but cannot see,(as air is transparent) the non-existant incision. the feeling, or the resistance I get was almost non-existant and negligeble but I could feel it as I felt nothing else, there were no sounds to distract me, nor any prominant objects to attract my attention.

It felt like a very natural thing, to cut into the air and make rough shapes with my hands, after a while the air anneals itself together as it can go nowhere else -since air is everywhere- the air would fill the air as I cut through air.