Fumbles
Communist Chocolate Hellhole
Usually the music I write in my sleep is so long and complex that there's no way I could remember it all. It tends to be orchestral music, but sometimes I'll dream up an entire song, then wake up thinking how awesome it would have been if I could've remembered it all.
What happens to me usually is that I'll become conscious in a black void, without my body - it feels like infinite space, & it feels like the most peaceful place you could possibly imagine. In fact I feel most like myself when I'm there- like an " I'm not my body, & I don't need it, or anything else right now, just me" type of feeling. Then I start hearing the most beautiful, inspired music. Then I realize that there's no way I'm going to be able to remember it all, so I just listen to it, & when it ends, I go back to my body.
What happens to me usually is that I'll become conscious in a black void, without my body - it feels like infinite space, & it feels like the most peaceful place you could possibly imagine. In fact I feel most like myself when I'm there- like an " I'm not my body, & I don't need it, or anything else right now, just me" type of feeling. Then I start hearing the most beautiful, inspired music. Then I realize that there's no way I'm going to be able to remember it all, so I just listen to it, & when it ends, I go back to my body.