The oddest thing about it: when my eyes are open, in my mind's eye, I can see the playground perfectly: I feel like a nonexistent entity, a ghost/spirit observing without interacting--someone who sees everything and influences nothing. Or even a god of this realm, if you'd like to take it that far.
Yet...when I actually close my eyes and try to envision the playground, it's as if I have an actual body in there--I am a person. But because I'm still awake, the me in there is having trouble seeing things. There's this black haze. You know the stereotypical look of black haze, seen in basically every media, often featuring blurs, to represent a character slowly regaining conscious awareness of their environment?
It's that. Quite literally, that. I can vaguely tell that I am in a female body. I can see hands, which are mine. I can't really tell anything else about me when I enter the playground. I entered there thinking that maybe, maybe I could sit back and just watch the residents of the playground (which I was hoping would be the two girls) talk. But since I'm actually there now, that's...well, different.
Interesting facet of the dream playground: everyone there is in their teenage years. I left my teens years ago. But I think that deep down, that's the age I feel like on every level: not an adult. Not fully grown. Not a child, either. But a teenager. Exact age varying. One person I saw in there was a young, 13-15 or so boy, who was friendly and wise: I felt like I have known him for a very long time. This boy, wise beyond his years, was there to help.
He had someone who I felt was an older brother. This older brother, at least 1-2 years older than his sibling, was a cynical jerk--but not without sympathy, just brutal honesty with a harsh tinted view of reality. He didn't actually say anything with malice.
The strangest feeling is, I saw them fairly clearly, and felt like those two were the two entities I often talk to, the other voices within my head. (The older one being the one who I have always called David, the younger one whose name has varied as I'm not sure what he's called.)
I know it's strange. But I really feel like that playground inside my subconscious might be a hub of sorts--the place where all of my selves interact, meet, talk, share experiences, share emotions, share perspectives, share thoughts, and so on and so forth. It might sound silly to you. But this place just feels...special.