I had that dream again. It'sdifferent every time, but many of
the themes seem to overlap and
add up, over time, to some
increasingly lucid meaning.
Drugs, dreams, meditation,
hypnotism, and other trance-
inducing methods have been
developed over the long and
varied arc of human civilization.
Perhaps We are experiencing
human consciousness evolve, or
maybe we are finally reaching out
to multi and trans-dimensional
universes/dimensions.
Modern pseudo-evidence
suggests that if Extraterrestials
ARE in contact with us, they are
not from "some where" in the
sense we understand. It seems
many of them are
"interdimensional" beings. They
are difficult to communicate with
and understand on a gut level,
because they are extremely
spiritual and far advanced
relative to us. They seem not to
fear death, and they don't seem
to mind lying if their long-term
goals are going smoothly. They
have interfered often with our
nuclear programs, sometimes
demolishing them, and sometimes,
such as in Chernobyl, possibly
helping to attenuate the
disaster.
Did you make it through all
that hogwash? I hope I didn't do
permanent danger to that part of
the brain that can ever again pay
attention to something that goes
on and on and, even if it ends
awesomely, I feel cheated and
angry and bored.
"Fuck your warm-up intro
and fagtastic bullshit,
assholes!" - Local Child/Clown
/Taco Barrista/Transsexual
Wait, what am I talking
about?
OH YEAH!!!
So, last night, I had this
dream. It was so terrifying and
real, because (as in all dreams)
the situation itself doesn't make
much sense. but for some reason
you just go along with it. This
is what's going on. It's insane,
but this is life now, and always
has and probably will be. So now
what?
...So that's how dreams work.
So, partway through a dream
that was ALREADY complex, I
started having to deal with this
new problem. Apparently I got
drunk and high, and used a razor
-blade to cut the head of my
penis off. I felt like my
reaction to seeing and
remembering this are EXACTLY the
thoughts I would have had if this
were real. That's what makes
dreams so real. Not the content,
but the fact that you seem to not
just be watching them, but often
FULLY engaging in them, to the
point where you are horrified,
delighted, and given the
situation, you are free to
imagine all the shit that comes
now. Like, "Ok, I cut the tip of
my penis off. That sounds like
something I would do while high
and drunk!" And I slowly start
piecing together the night when I
did that. Oh man! I musta been
FUCKED up! And then you freak out
a little, realizing you're
capable of such a thing, and also
that this kind of thing seems to
be easy for you when you drink a
lot. Like, "DON'T DRINK A LOT
WHILE HIGH UNLESS YOU WANT TO
WAKE UP WITHOUT A DICK."
And now I have to deal with having no penile head.
So, I'm in this world that
seems SOOOO real, and I'm slowly
coming to terms with the fact
that I just cut the head of my
penis off (the most sensitive
part - the equivalent of the
female clitoris). So, looking
back, I feel like the way I
reacted to this was EXACTLY how
I'd react for real, which makes
me learn about uncomfortable
masochistic and sociopathic
tendencies I need to deal with.
