Blowing bubbles
I saw consciousness pouring out of a colorful orb that was lit from the inside; it reminded me of an inverse view of the white field of light, which is usually see above me. This orb was bubbling out of the ground, it was part of the ground and the pouring out of consciousness looked like tentacles of light stretching as tubular, dancing rainbows, spreading out till they touched down on the ground. From within one of these colorful curved beams I got the sensation that the beam touched down over and over again, like a flat stone that is joyfully tossed over a body of water can skip before sinking in. Where the light touched the ground seemed to be from where I had just come, the meditating body was back there at that connection point not worrying about anything. The skipping stone image made me think of our current human form and consciousness spreading into dreams. The idea came to me while I was hanging in the beam halfway between the body and the orb, that...