I've been thrust into some rather intriguing dreamscapes lately--nothing like I've ever experienced before. These are so hazily unreal, and vividly imagined, that after I awake they leave me feeling ecstatic. First a few peculiarities--the only times I've been able to obtain this conscious dream-state is during 1-2 hour midday naps. I'm sure I'm dreaming at night, but I have no recollection or experience of them by morning. I'm not sure if this is normal, but I'd like to learn how to experience my dreams at night... Secondly, my dreams are abruptly transitional. I'll have a short dream segment, with a specific focus and occurrence, and then I will either meet my end through dream 'death,' or there will be an abrupt transition into another, stranger dream. The greatest divergence from my previous dreams is that I don't wake up when I die in my dreams. I'm conscious of impending doom, and am able to close my eyes and wait to die before I'm thrust into another dream. Or sometimes the doom vanishes, and I'll continue to exist within the same dream. Also very few aspects of my dreams are relatable to my real life--there are a few subconscious yearnings represented within this other world, but they're not particularly obvious. This world I experience is persistent; it feels as if I'm traveling to the same plane every time, but with new encounters and experiences. It also has a fantastical slant; there is very little reminiscent of our modern world. Alright, besides all that... here are a few things I've dreamed about recently. I'm walking on a plank path amid a swamp; rickety housing units extend above and below me. I see a gas station floating off in the middle of this swamp, and slowly it's lost in the mist. People are around me--either talking with other people, or smoking cigarettes. A black man walks up to me. He asks for a cigarette, in some weird dialect. I oblige him, and attempt to start a conversation. I ask him where he's from. He replies, with a thick Middle-African accent, "Naibi" He said nothing else, but stared blankly at me, as if awaiting another question. I asked "So why did you move here?" He suddenly thrusts me down by the neck, onto the plank walkway, and drops his cigarette. He begins to whisper in my ear, in an unintelligible native tongue; I can feel the warmth from his breath, and his words tickle my inner ear. Everything fades to black, and I experience 'dream death.' These sensations of his breath in my ear were the most resonant experiences from this one. I had no idea what he was saying, and he said it in a soft, yet perceivably malignant whisper. So it could've been a curse, or a detailed account of his move to 'this place'. I don't know. I'm not sure what that one could mean, but it's rather intriguing nonetheless. I have more to share from this singular session (I transitioned into another dreamscape after this one); but I must deal with the real world right now.