Dream Realms


I’m not a person who usu­ally remem­bers their dreams. I won’t spec­u­late on what this says about me or my mental state, it’s just how it is. When I do remember them, they rarely resemble what The Dreaming I by Akhlys sounds like. All the same, I kind of feel what they’re get­ting at.

The idea of a dream realm as a fun­da­ment­ally alien one feels appealing to me. Alien in the sense of having the same phys­ical building blocks as our own world, yet put together dif­fer­ently, unex­pec­tedly.

Dreams need not neces­sarily be chaotic or violent, like this album is, in some ways, but I feel myself drawn to the kind of dream world this swirling aural chaos is rep­res­enting.

I dreamt of a sun
A sun over a sea
That knew no land
So many ships upon it
So many dreaming souls

I dreamt of a hall
Sus­pended in an abyss
And at its end was a mirror
Reflecting Me from afar

Maybe violent isn’t even the right word. Black Metal like this is, above all, powerful. It’s like a prac­tic­ally con­stant bar­rage of force, as if the world itself is rejecting your pres­ence, or instead trying to force you for­ward towards some unseen future. Vocals like gusts of wind, instru­ments like waves of energy.

When the world you’re in feels alien, even the ambient state of your envir­on­ment is a tor­rent of noise. Your brain isn’t attuned to which impulses to filter out,and which to let through. The only way to quiet it down is to move back to your own world.

Or some­times, you open your dreaming eye, you con­tinue trav­el­ling, and go on forever. Worlds upon worlds.

Gate­ways upon gate­ways
Gate­ways upon gate­ways

I dream to awaken
I awaken to dream
I dream to awaken
To form about me
A place of adum­bra­tions
Vestiges arising from the dark of con­scious­ness