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.
