April 2022:
One of those messages where I understand the communication but it's sort of impossible to explain how by means of standard human linguistic conventions, which makes sense in this situation because the communication itself had to do with next level internal languages, visual ones in particular. What I was being shown was that the configuration of my current bedroom is purely intentional and relates to a situation relating to a former life (in a literal sense). There was bleed through between the episodic lives in the nature of the artistic set dressing. Easter eggs only perceived by the higher functioning sides of ourselves.
Very specific too. Apparently I used to sleep in a room where the morning sun came through a large window with a view of a moderately sized stone church replete with a skyward protruding steeple roughly 200 yards outside. Now I sleep in a room with a large window with casings that look like a cross. A part of me gets it. The association of the morning sun beaming angelick vibes into my waking world is a fine artistic touch I must confess and that seemed to be the point. Consciously, we don't even mildly grasp the bizarre creative complexity of this little hell realm and how it extends exquisitely between lifetimes.
On another night, in another hypnagogic excursion, I'm continually placing my consciousness just below the back end of my skull and outside of it. I'm not sure why I'm spontaneously doing this but it feels instinctual. It's an exercise in recognizing my true existence as an omni-dimensional entity rather than human. Fairly interesting and I feel like it's something I have to start consciously focusing on.
What else, remember a few months ago when I was suddenly told I was going to start dreaming every night from then on? I sort of am. Roughly 90% at least. It really does feel like I'm taking classes at the invisible college every goddamn night, which is how it should be. At one point I go hyper berzerker as an astral Wolverine, hacking up this shadowy threatening force in ridiculous boss level video game action sequence format, except that I'm living the game rather than playing it.
I did re-watch the show Twin Peaks: The Return as well (A+++). I've always said that show captures the bizarre, subjective, and metaphorical nature of the dream realm better than any other show or movie I've ever encountered. I'm only mentioning this because not long after I had the most cryptic semi-lucid astral excursion I've had in a while.
In it, I'm at the NFL draft with Tom Brady, who's wearing a pink Miami Vice style suit with a black t-shirt underneath. I'm confused as all get out as to why I'm at the NFL draft, or with Tom Brady and that confusion kicks up a notch when a full blown musical breaks out straight up. These elaborately costumed people just start kicking into a full blown production and their over the top theatrics make the dream go lucid. Since I now know that I'm dreaming I decide that I need to know what the hell these people are singing about.
The answer:
Doormen. They're singing a song about how great doormen are.
I then ask Tom who he thinks is going to be the number one pick and he tells me:
"Probably someone from Gonzaga".
With that I'm now a form of disembodied consciousness watching an unknown piece of black matter cascade down a waterfall that's almost like a natural water slide. It's the kind of obviously unnatural shit you mostly only see in movies or video games and I'm floating above and behind the thing somehow devoid of physical form. I'm slightly concerned at first as it seems mildly perilous but I get closer and realize the matter I'm watching is a turtle with a protective shell, so in no real danger at all. It just keeps sliding down this adventure chute until the point where most other turtles would leap off and into the larger body of water below by design as if scurrying into the ocean, which is what's supposed to happen. But I instead leap out of the chute and onto what's almost like a spectator point at a zoo, easily landing on my feet. I am not wearing shoes.
Yeah, that unbelievably cryptic and yet? It all pretty much makes sense to me as I'm familiar with the language. Am I going to get into my interpretation of the telepathic data at all? No, I don't think will.
I'll instead mention that on one morning I pull out of a dream and into hypnagogia to be promptly informed that:
"Most of your reality is like a shitty multi-level marketing scheme".
Nothing crypitc about that. Nothing cryptic at all.
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