In the dream, the owl has its back to me. I feel that it is one of the elements created by my mind to occupy me, although in this moment of dreaming, there is no other object on which to focus my attention. Only the owl has its back to me.
This scene is a confirmation of the projective nature of objects of consciousness.
I feel that it must be turning its head toward me. I tell myself, without saying a word, without asking… I tell myself that the owl must be turning its head, and I focus on the feathers on its neck.
They become my entire universe at that moment, occupying my whole field of attention.
The feathers move, my eyes turn. I wake up.
Notes & Silence 