Nothing, really, can leak from the waking state of consciousness into the realm of ordinary awareness due to the different nature of these two experiences. When in a waking state we look at our ordinary selves, we tend to believe that we are witnessing our normal mind and its context from a foreign perspective, but in reality, objects and deeds from our ordinary world are transformed under the scrutiny of the waking eye and none of its ordinary qualities survive this metamorphosis.The transformation process is also true for anything that is pulled out of the waking realm into our daily lives.
Strictly speaking, nothing is transformed or dragged anywhere; our attention leaps back and forth between states of consciousness. Each state generates a reality that is a totality, hence it’s complete and as such, does not need or accept any entity from any otherness. Therefore, nothing completely original is expectable to intrude our reality since all that is yet to appear must first be reduced to reality’s mandatory rules of existence. So, from this perspective, the name of this post is not accurate in a literal sense, but it’s truthful to the my aim, which is that the content should be tasted with a poetic palate.
According to what was explained above, none of the information expressed by me on this media has the ability to take the reader an inch closer to the waking state of consciousness. However if intentionally read as metaphor, it may compel the spirit to perform a small but essential first move.
I am very fond of metaphor due to its great referential ability, by means of announcing what things are not, it subtly positions the willing eye before the imminence of the creative act.

I'll talk about my drawing in a future post. As you can see, I use the metaphor beyond the field of words.
Thank you for reading.