It was frustrating. Every night while drifting to sleep I would focus my linger on blue room...blue room...blue room...and those times when mid-journey for one reason or another I recognized I was dreaming I would continue destination bound--sort of. Destination in the sense that a cat wanders for a shaft of sun to nap in. No map and no room number just a space--a changeling space. So with such loose trails of crumbs to follow and let fall I often visited the blue room and did not even recognize it. This is because it usually consisted of water--water filled rooms and spaces. I would see them I would feel them but always veered away. The smell and space of indoor water in my dreams was always undesirable and so it took awhile before I realized these watery abodes were in fact the blue room I had been searching for. Looking blindly for the glasses on my head.