A cell to a cell

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I have come to see a plant growing in my dreams. I see it again and again. So i stopped last night and looked at it. I really focused on the leaf. The leaf was huge, and deep green. Like algae blooming in a slow moving stream. Dark green and so vivid. So healthy and growing. I remember sitting there, squatted down and staring. I couldn’t seem to get closer and closer, no matter how far my face was from the leaf. I remember that I moved my face closer, and the leaf stayed the same distance. I pulled back, and it seemed to swim closer to my face.

The leaf moved somehow. At first, i thought it was the wind moving the leaf. I thought that it was just the coincidence that I was moving in time. Some attachment to the rhythm of the wind. I’ve done that before. Noticed my walking was paced to the waves. The wind seemed to hold my sway as i walked. Everything sort of balanced out and got into a steady rhythm. It just flows like that for me sometimes. I don’t know why that is. It may be that my heart and soul in these dreams is tied into the timing of when events happen, and I get carried along.

The leaf though, now that I became more aware of the timing stopped moving. Did the leaf respond to my thoughts? Or did i respond to it. That is another thing i have started noticing. The dreams seem to be responding to me. Like I have a measure of control over them. The people and events don’t seem to change. The pacing though, i have seen changes in that. I have seen moments where I was focused intently slow and almost crawl. And I have already seen so many moments seem to leap forward and run at double speed. Is this something like that? Maybe the leaf isn’t stopped, but since I am watching it, it slowed to match my intent.

I can see the single pores on the leaf surface. Strange how i didn’t notice those before. Tiny holes along the surface of the top of the leaf. Like small dark holes, pocketing the landscape. I almost feel like you could measure the change in air pressure. CO2 being pulled inside from the air i breath. If i stand here long enough, is part of my body being pulled into the plant itself? Used to grow the leaf even larger than before. I wonder how much of what I breath out is sucked into those holes. Tiny bits of my breath, locked away inside the plant.

I wonder where the air in this place comes from. I haven’t noticed anything like an air vent, or felt a breeze. The air always just ‘is’. It is there, and feels cool, but not cold. I have never heard a fan come on, or felt the pressure in the room change as the volume of air in the room changes slightly. Why did the plant make me think of that? Is there something about the pores of the plant that is similar to my room? Is there a pore somewhere here with me? I need to remember that. That and the electricity. The sound.