Meging Posted March 24, 2017 #1 Share Posted March 24, 2017 "Where are we?" Every now and then when I close my eyes, I'm in another place in time. I go to places I've never been before, at different times, through the eyes and experience of others. Some nights more than others, things get a bit too real or personal. I dream of warfare, advanced weaponry, communication and experiences that are so real that when I wake, it makes me wonder... Where are we, in this universe? Its can be a freakish hell to say the least. The first time I began to dream, I woke several times and went back to sleep. The main message was, "its a trap" on the road back to home. The dream was vivid and detailed, all of them were in sequence. I looked at my phone, and at that moment my heart sand into my chest as I sat in the middle of my house, realizing I was in fact finally home. It was my ex, and the dream detailed the conversation. I'd written down the dreams, unaware that they would continue. Every single dream so real, had a few consistent elements that began to tie together. There is telepathy, where communication is instant, or an experience is immediately transferable unless you are able to block that communication. There is a war going on, where bones dissolve, there is a mass explosion, there is terror among many, and those that are like me, float and experience this hellish war, sometimes grounding with an individual, integrated into their conscious life experience as though we are them. One of my very first dreams was of a vault, where I was floating. It was a time of mass genocide outside of the vault. I came across a brain connected to flattened and withering muscle. There were no eyes, and the remaining organs were underneath the top layer of the table. It was not accidental, and there was no skull or bones. It was... A procedure. There was no way I could reverse the torture done to this being. My very being wanted for this brain to mend and live on, but there was no future worth living. It begged me, kill me. kill me. kill me. That was something I was morally against. Yet at the same time, I could not let this being continue to suffer. There was a spike, I stabbed the brain to death. It was gruesome. If this wasn't a hell I'd visited, I don't want to know who's sanctuary this vault belongs to. Another dream occurred. Only I was a mother taking care of my child who was sick. I took off work to take my son to the doctor. The doctor was no help, and I was upset that I had to take off work because I was the only person financially supporting me and the child. I'd gone trough town, when a plane crashed into the town. My son's skull and bones were withering away, his head became deformed. People in the streets were taking cover, running away, while I hid my child and woke up. While awake, I am an artist. I believe that nothing is created, or truly destroyed created, but rather transformed. As an artist I often hear that I am so creative, but the truth is I did not create the world around me to which I borrow thought. I study it, and recreate it. At the same time, I believe in energy and the spirit. That everything is connected. I am unsure of these dreams. The last dream was the most recent, where, all I can remember was floating, and there was someone trying to communicate with me. I cannot recall anything beyond the fact that it was advanced technology, but primitive in its form. That it was a tool, that was not good or bad, but rather its connotation came from the one that used the tool, such as a weapon. It was emotion and perception. Or perhaps, deception. Where are we in life? Where is life taking us? There are so many of us, that our direction has become traffic. Who am I, you might ask? Well, to answer, you need basic knowledge on what makes a person who they are. Black and white doesn't make up everything, and we live in a constant state of being, which is evolutionary change. To keep thins short and simple here, we'll use my rooted ideology. I believe a person creates their self consciously and unconsciously. We follow our thoughts, desires, and morals leading us to active decision making in real time. To sum up my life, I am a spirit experiencing life interaction in a body, and a body connected with the spirit, that is a technological tool of communication. But aren't we all? We create everything, yet everything is borrowed and transformed. There are cycles in life that are inevitable. My dreams have been nightmares, but where are they coming from? I'd help if I could, for others to get through the terror that they experience. Finally I had clarity that was long overdue. I had the answers, it is love, free spirit, strength to protect home, a safe place, where we can return. That is my direction, my choices, beliefs, and intentions in this world. Its what you do, and a game of who you know. I am an artist and a dreamer, sometimes of nightmares in need of rest, and other dreams to bring to life. Where am I, mentally? I was in a dark and horrifying place, but I made my way back home after all this time. I ask that you ask yourself, before you journey beyond, where do you come from? Where are you in this universe, and where do you want to go? Will you allow yourself to get there? Do you have the patients to love yourself, to find where you're meant to be, to be who you're meant to be? We are creators, it is what we do. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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