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@SoonHei vivid dreams are always awesome! So now you have a place to jot them down if you feel compelled to share ??? Oh and I'm glad you like the music! I wanted to share this beautiful soundtrack and it took a while to find tracks that fit the post

This morning, I had the longest, most interesting lucid dreams I have ever had. It really blew me away and what a great dream to start off my official dream journal. (( some listening music)) Last night I got lucid, and to make a long story short, after a somewhat frightening encounter with Freddy Krueger in my bed where my husband should have been, I am dragged out of my body and into the living room, in what felt like a traction beam. This is nothing new to me and I've become quite used to the sensation... I feel myself being carried up through the ceiling, like I sometimes do when I'm dragged out of my body and can't gain control. But I am able to break out of the traction beam and land back onto the living room floor. One of my dogs is out there sleeping and he gets up and starts whining at me as if he can tell I'm there. I interact with him for a bit, and then decide to go outside. I back slowly into the sliding glass doors in the rear of the house and melt my way through. Outside, it is not really my backyard but almost like a neighborhood with apartment buildings. One of my typical dream goals when I get lucid is to try and fly up to the stars. I try to do this, but as usual cannot get up very high. I am able to reach the bottom branches of a nearby tree, but I can't seem to go any higher. I begin to notice that the stars in the sky that I am seeing, however, are in layers, and not all of them are in outer space. In fact, many of them are little twinkles within the tree branches themselves. I am able to fly up high enough through some of the branches to investigate this for myself. Eventually I start pulling myself up using the branches, and make my way into the crest of the tree. There, I find a camera. I look around to see what it would be taking pictures of, and find that there's a window to an apartment directly behind me, with an african american couple in their kitchen being tender with each other. I turn on the camera in attempt to look at the pictures, but they were too muddy to see. I jump out of the tree, and begin walking or flying down the path of the neighborhood which eventually morphs into a middle eastern looking corridor, like an underground bazaar. I passed by several people dressed like Aladdin before getting the idea of conversing with dream characters, or DC's. I walk up some stairs to a door, and decide that I will talk to the nearest character I see on the other side. The door opens up into a busy street, with a big red double decker bus stopping to pick up passengers. I walk up to the bus and up to a lady and her teenage daughter. 'Hi', I say. 'Is it alright if I ask you a few questions?' 'Sure', the lady responds, 'but you were already here last night and I answered all your questions' I'm flooded with a (probably false memory) memory of being there recently, of asking this lady and her daughter questions, at this little outdoor cafe beside a large gray stone building. But I can't remember what I asked, and so I try to come up with a good question to ask her now. I look up and around at the large stone buildings around me, with intricate carvings around the edges. 'Are we in Italy?' I ask, bewitched. I can't recall the lady's reply but I intuit that it was yes. Suddenly the dream dissolves and I find myself back in bed. I feel the tractor beam pull me out of bed again, and once again find myself in the living room. I play with both my dogs this time and decide to go out the front door, with the intention of talking to the first DC I find. Immediately, a somewhat attractive looking man walks into my front yard and is investigating something in my tree. 'Hey there,' I say, after approaching. 'can I ask you a few questions?' 'No,' the man says. He turns to me and I can see that he looks like a young doc brown from back to the future, lab coat and all. 'I'm busy', he adds. I back off, and climb onto a bus that has just stopped at the end of my driveway. I spend a few minutes conversing with some characters on the bus, but I don't remember the conversations. What I do remember is that the dream was beginning to fade and I remembered the technique of rubbing my hands together, and soon the dream snapped back to crystal clear and full color. Soon after I go towards the front of the bus and stop to talk to the driver. 'May I ask you a few questions?' 'Sure, fine... go ahead.' I don't remember everything I asked him, but the main existential questions I had throughout the dream where: 'what are you?' 'what am I?' 'how are you there, and how am I here? ", Etc.... At one point I landed upon another question I have been wanting to ask. 'When were you born?' The bus driver laughs. 'Well, I guess right after Matthew turned you down earlier. ' I intuit that Matthew was the man who turned me down at the tree, and that this bus driver was called into existence as the next experience for the dream. 'Do you resent your existence? ' I ask, a little worried at what he might say. I don't recall the specific reply, but it was an agreement to the question. ' You really regret that I created you?' I ask, becoming emotional. 'I'm so sorry... It's my fault... I don't know how to stop!' I will say that the bus driver remained very nice and friendly to me, even after revealing this dark secret to his creator. Soon the dream became some kind of high thrills speed chase, and my husband pops in from nowhere to join. He points out that we are no longer in a bus racing through the streets, but in a boat speeding through rolling waves. Im losing lucidity, but am able to stay a bit centered as I look inquisitively at my husband. I was glad he was having fun. I begin to wonder, if on some level, if he really had joined my dream. I ask the bus driver : 'Is he really here?' ' I dunno ', he responds, with a shrug of ignorance (or defiance, I couldn't tell). Soon I find myself back in bed. I get up and melt into the back sliding doors again. This time is more like a backyard, but definitely not what mine should look like. I try to go and invade my neighbors house, but can't melt through the fence. I fly up and away, and land on a road somewhere outside of the neighborhood. In a shack on the side of the road I see two teenage girls, who might have been sisters, emerging from the shack. They agree to answer questions and walk me across the road to their house. We walk up to the porch and lead me to a small wooden swinging bench. The girls told me to sit. I sit in a well worn spot, and the girls warn me that I shouldn't sit there because that was Ollie's spot. I move over obligingly, but become a bit upset because I can't understand why some DC, who isn't even there and probably doesn't exist, is dictating where I, the God of the dream, can sit. I was imagining that this Ollie fellow was their oppressive father, who had that head of household mentality and no one can sit in his spot. 'I don't understand why I, your creator, can't sit like a king on a throne,' I say, pouting. 'How can you really tell me where to sit?' The girls laugh, and begin to inform me that Ollie was their dog, and that was his usual spot, and that he had been having explosive diarrhea lately. Sure enough, the dog climbs into his spot and then proceeds to have diarrhea everywhere. The older girl takes a clump of it and starts throwing it at me, laughing playfully as if teaching me a lesson. I manage to run away but did get a bit in my hair. Eww sorry to leave you on such a disgusting note, but even though the dream continued, this is about all I can recall. I can intuit that the rest of the dream was sweet, and relaxing. This was one of my most awesome experiences ever. Thank you for reading!!

I still stand by this, again especially if it impacts your job or family life, but there's always a way you can dumb things down to their 'level' if you feel you need to share your path with them. Just leave out the bits that say you are God. Try to share things on your personal social media that inspires your friends and family to meditate, live in the moment, and to look within. If it's similar to my situation, the people in my life could really use that advice.

Kind of funny the main lady traded one messiah for another... She's the same actress from 'the path' on Hulu ?

To be honest, yes I would take it down if too 'out there' that it hurts your job and family life. Join some enlightenment groups on Facebook where you can express yourself freely

@EntheogenTruthSeeker haha yeah I have to be very careful what I post to social media while high on thc... Even just simple stuff that should make sense like - 'I am not all these ideas about myself, I am whatever I find here, now' just sounds like a high weirdo and a friend even told me that kind of talk is scary ?

@mandyjw nice synchronicity, just noticed that ?

((some listening music...)) Mirrors, mirrors, Everywhere I see. Everywhere I look, I only see me. Mirrors, mirrors, Within and without, Reflecting an image Which cannot be let out. Mirrors, mirrors, Sometimes I forget, If the image I see, Is me, or nyet. Mirrors, mirrors, Never lonely, never two. The way of the heart, Is through. Mirrors, mirrors, Everywhere I see. Could what looks back Actually be me?

@mandyjw ❣️ he's so poetic ❣️ thanks for sharing @Shin I'm glad God likes Rumi ?‍♂️ ? I hadn't really ever read anything by him before, what do you suggest?

@inFlow Marijuana is extremely freeing to the heart. But what's strange is that as the high wares off, there's slow and subtle resettling of that tension once again, in a manner that isn't immediately noticeable. Perhaps its doesn't resettle completely but I haven't noticed any permanent opening.. very happy for you though

@SoonHei awesome, hope it brought some joy

This sounds more likely

I don't think in his videos he ever says Josh is alone as everything.. ?‍♂️ Sounds like a huge misunderstanding...

Yay for open mindedness. It's a rare gift. We just need to remember (me included) not to take our fan theories for what's real.

Just collecting fan theories ?

I quite like that one ?

Awareness

Once one is in step four, and are loving what is, instead of clinging to false hopes of what could or should be, it is not uncommon for one to find themselves in a constant Flux between steps 1-4, at least for a while at first. This is due to all the kicking and screaming which will arise in steps 1 and 3. Like a sine wave, the kicking and screaming (resistance to what is) creates peaks and valleys, sometimes in orbital patterns. Lots of growth to be had here. Self - propelled growth, actually, in the echo chamber of Life.

(( some listening music for this post) ) There seems to be a four step process in the pursuit of happyness. (and yes, I know how to spell it ?) 1 : Just go for it. Just do anything that makes you happy. Get that experience. Live. Love. Spoil yourself. Sow some oats. Get a little messy. The secret is, the more you do this, the more step two naturally happens. 2 : Begin to become aware of what happiness is, and what makes you happy. At this stage, you will naturally strip away all the illusionary BS which you've lied to yourself your whole life, about what will make you happy. The more you are in this stage, the more you will... 3: ...Realize that you don't know what will 'make' you happy, and you can't seem to 'find' it. The elusive friend. You understand that happiness is a chemical reaction, and that you've only been feeding it garbage this whole time, fueling it's elusiveness. This step is largely about letting go the idea of pursuing happiness, and moving towards a position of heart centered love. The more you are in this stage, the more you will 'find'... 4. .... Is that happyness will find you. You realize that just because happiness is an illusionary chemical reaction, it doesn't make it bad, or something to reject. By this stage you probably love your body pretty well, and therefore can also love the chemical reactions which arise within- 'happy' or not.

What happened? Why is it whenever I start asking curious questions everyone shuts down like I broke the Zoltar machine?

Haha well in that case... I only pretended to know your meaning of pretending, without actually reading the post. You're welcome for the living example ???

@Nahm haha only read every post? ??? That's a huge task. Although I can finally understand all the movement of thought and time speak that turned me off before. (well not really understand, but it's received, if that makes sense) He seemed pretty put together from the start, must have been some aha moment...

One of the most important things to raise awareness for. There should be warning labels on all 12 pack cans of soda, and on cases of water, imo. Of course, if we didn't buy a 12 pack of coke every few days, and applied that mindset to everything else we consume, recycling wouldn't even be a big deal. But we do, so it is.

Pretending is half the fun

Moral of the story : awaken and become conscious so that when we artificially induce intelligence, it is met with love and guidance.