Dream of early morning, December 21st 2020

This will be a collection of recorded experiences while reaching peak consciousness within my own lucid dreamscape.

Part 1.

I awoke within my dream as me myself. Having past experience and knowledge of the world that had been formed by my own mind. Tonight I gained a strong focus and gained control of my conscious mind to make decisions based within my subconscious. I believe I am truly trying to tell myself something that I could only recognize while there. Becoming present and conscious within my own self conscious mind was a feat long coming.

Though the turmoil I felt was real I knew these things were apart of me and I knew they were apart of others. Being lucid within the scenario I was given gave life to the characters around me. They became more than a thought given form within my brain.

They were my friends and family. They had become fleshed out. Seeing my father and mother there and those who are close to me. Assisting the young ones to the top of the tower, so that they may be tested by the Ascendant Masters. Those who have been known to use the youth of children to influence their bidding. There I came across a Professor. Who he was I don’t know but we traveled with him. A woman beside myself was present fully with me as well, she knew that we were asleep like I did. She acted upon her own volition to help, she was familiar with me and the abilities I possessed. Although physical reality was out of touch the meta-physical was apart of me, apart of all of us. It seemed that we were at war. With another force that would see us fail and fall. At some point we traveled by vehicle to my real life home here in Palmdale. Where we were greeted by other friends and family. Benjamin was there, though he not fully conscious, his spirit resided within his body. He was there. The emotions I felt had felt genuine and sincere, more sincere than the ones I had currently possess awake. While there I performed a great many miracles for the people in my home. The most notable being the changing and manipulation of the dream worlds physics. They were loose to begin with but they held a strong certain undeniable structure and authority within the world.

The Acendant Masters feared my influence and power within the realm. So they sent Lucy and David or was it Daniel. To disrupt me by any means. Those who weren’t lucid felt fear within their hearts and I felt it. One person who I could recognize was my old co-worker Karla. She had gotten there by shuttle, with another group of recognizable souls. At some point I remember grabbing her and hugging her tight, her tears streaming down her face. Shaking in fear, I told her “It will be okay, I am here. Nothing will happen as long as I am here.” I like to think that as the truth. We were waiting for something terrible to come for us. We sat and waited for a long time. The world outside had already been made to be a distopian nightmare, looters and mad men everywhere. This place was the only safe space. As if it wasn’t such an emotional experience already. My brother Tre had came in with his family and said something strange. Kayla had been there in the house as well, by my side as I gained the courage to lead the people. Her kind presence was invigorating, though her form was present her soul was not conscious of the world we were in. But seeing Tre felt intense, his brother Mateo and his mother and father. It was all so real, we had a conversation. He asked me to be subjective. He asked me why I felt that people like him were really there or anyone for that matter. He expressed to me that he was aware of the reality of the realms we dwelled between. I grabbed him and hugged him close and he squeezed me harder. That interaction was key for me, I think I’ll ask him today if he had a dream last night.

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Dream log : September 11, 2021

Part 2

It’s hard to remember but per usual it took place at my parents house, a theater, and the city blocks of the metropolitan area of Antelope Valley.

In reality many of the places I visit in the dream realm don’t seem to exist. Or are not currently in existence right now. But the ever changing and complex reality seems to get closer and closer to what really is.

Of course we start at the theater, in my past I’ve had many traumatizing experiences there. What theater could it be I ask myself time and time again but it’s one I’ve never seen before. Only in the dreamscape. The theater is where they re-educate the masses, brainwashing them into believing that they themselves will never be more than drones, hungry for the food that the demagogue provides for them. I remember that here, among many other places, was where I made my stand against them. Where we escaped the evils of Lucy. So returning to it is always a painful reminder of what atrocities my pysche can manifest.

Although this time, there was no one present but me and my ever conscious mind. The curtains of the stage drawn back as if something had just taken place.

When I leave this place I stumble through the streets at night, barely recognizing my surroundings but knowing fully well where I am going and the threat that encroches in on my freedom. My freedom to choose, to be independent and to be spiritually sovereign. A time before the evils of Lucy had warned my family that we were in violation. That as citizens of the State, we would be subject to home inspections if we were incompliant. That time, although in reality was a long time ago. Within my subconscious the repercussions of such things were now upon me. I told them no. Too many times.

We try our best as a family to make sure those who cannot protect themselves are protected. That’s what we stood for, and that will never change. So when we had a dozen civilians there at the house. Even when we weren’t permitted to have anyone outside our family in our home. We helped them. Lucy came three times to the house, each time we played it cool.

Eventually helping people ended and we were the ones stuck in a place we didn’t belong. We all knew it. Even Lucy. So as the last caravans departed at night and we stayed in the house. The evils of Lucy lurked in the shadows around us. There had been an incident. Over the years more things became distorted. Reality had shown signs of weakness. Tears, if you will, within reality. It was the only explanation for the strangest things that would happen. The sun in perpetual twilight, the faceless men that drove Lucy’s vans, the ever more pressing issue of Lucy itself. Permeating through into this reality.

So as we were home calm it happened. It’s like when you’re on autopilot and then someone tries to get your attention and snaps you out of it. This was like that, the rush of lucidity. It’s overwhelming at first because you know that you’re asleep but you can remember EVERYTHING. Every memory, every dream, real or in your subconscious. It all becomes relevant. All things matter and the cause and effects of your real life reality are suddenly in tandem with the dreamscape. I call it hyperconsciousness or The Singularity.

I knew the evil that I had faced before would come tonight. The eventual disappearing of the NPC’s gave it away. Some would vanish others would purely shutdown. The house as fortified as it was wouldn’t keep this evil out for long. I felt it, almost pressingly, so profound I made a mental note. “you’re asleep and they know,” I whispered to myself “remember what happened here tonight.” and for the most part I did. I grabbed my gun from my room, along with my blade, as I had done countless times before. This was the event that caused me and my family to leave our home on pilgrimage to the wilderness. An event I was searching for for years, now finally come. My mother and father fortified in the bedroom, and the rest of us scattered around the country for this cause. Glass broke all around our home as the evils of Lucy laid siege to our mighty family home. It was suburban so we knew it wouldn’t hold. The first faceless man came in through the front window by the piano but was shortly killed there after. This was my first time killing, I’ve killed many times before but this. This was my first blood. It rang within me and shook the very foundations of the dreamscape but not enough to destroy the projection all together. One after another they came and I killed until I was out of ammo. And until Lucy had enough.

Needless to say we left after that battle.

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Interestingly enough I’ve been thinking a lot about what comes next…

Energy can neither be created or destroyed. That means that our energy for as long as we are alive remains the same constantly. The same as matter it can only be changed, in form or use. From one object to another.

Aren’t we energy? Where does your energy go when your body is too broken to carry on? Nowhere maybe or everywhere at the same time. The Soul is a concept that would be considered occult in today’s modern studies.

Our souls are the material aspects that define an individual. Thoughts, feelings, character, ideas and choices, perception, reasoning, your dreams and memories. Consciousness. Through ideas we find beauty and in inspiration of beauty we create art. The human interpretation of things that are beautiful. The soul always grows, always develops and becomes stronger but only through hardship does this happen. Struggle is what strengthens the soul, beauty and creativity is what sharpens it.

When shed from the flesh the soul stands free, separate from terrestrial bonds. Does identity carry over? The thoughts, ideas and memories of the flesh do they carry over? Or merely do the messages and teachings that resonated most beautifully within us take the place of the past? Where does our energy go when your body is too broken to carry on? It is said that all men are created equal but are all souls? I know of people who would like nothing more than to be a sheep. I know those who would conquer their demons to create a better life. Those who know of the power of spirituality? What do you know of the soul and all of its mysteries?

I want to grow strong. To burn as bright as the sun, knowing that the worst is behind me and only eternity awaits, what it may hold. Only God knows the path my soul will take within his great creation. Our souls are eternal, we exist forever and ever.

“Death is offensive to the human soul, for God has set an immortal longing in our hearts, as it is written, “He has also set eternity in their heart.””