Stumbled upon an idea for dreaming after having it repeated numerous times in my waking life. I've been looking at things from merely one end of the spectrum. For example, I read a thread recently where it mentioned how to stay in a dream when waking life gets too noisy. I usually go deeper to block it out, yet incorporating it was the new suggestion. There's also been some events in life where I would blame myself for having deficiencies but instead it was pointed out that it's possibly others who have them instead. Anyway, I usually can interject myself into others dreams quite easily. I got to thinking, what if ... I erase myself from their worlds instead of invading it? Jumping into a WILD I begin my exploration of this concept. I know the perfect victim for my experiment and I have the proper motivation to delete myself from his awareness. I start digging, rummaging through his awareness. Searching for anything and everything linked to me. I see bits and pieces whiz by and I fill it with a blank white void, successfully erasing images, memories, anything associated with me or us. As I'm casually taking out the pieces I want, I get to thinking. Is this fair? Right? What if he'd like to keep these things from our history? Who am I to just delete at will? I can feel a smirk forming. He shouldn't care what I do, and when I'm done he'll have no reason to care at all. He will be untouched and his life emptier than when I entered it. What I give, I can take away too. I continue sorting. Feels as though I'm in an information hub of awareness, there's just so much here. I begin to doubt the extent of how much I can erase. There's no way I can comb through all this crap. A man appears. I vaguely recognize him, though these days everyone is familiar to me so I don't give it much thought. He asks me what I'm doing. I explain. He's watching with some fascination, asking questions here and there, commenting on much of it. I stumble upon larger memories and my pace slows. I remember some of these experiences, they were lovely. I let him watch a clip or two before erasing. They are vivid and intimate pieces of our lives. He asks me if I feel sad about removing these memories. I explain it's just an experiment. That and I don't care what happens with this persons life anymore. He's not mine to look after. "Are you sure you want to do this?" "Of course. Why not? I have no reason to care about him." "These memories though, they look like something even I would want to hold on to." "It's because you feel attachments to people. I have no reason to feel anything. Nothing to attach to. It doesn't matter to me." I erase what he just viewed. Not too sure why I'm showing him what I'm doing either. Why not, I guess. His observation doesn't change things. It won't make a difference. "By the way, what's your name anyway?" "Nick."
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