You Find What You Seek
Had another apocalyptic dream last night, surprise surprise. The mountain ranges from Denver to Las Cruces had been sundered by earthquakes. Some survivors were able to sneak off to another planet with the aid of some helpful aliens. I remember trying to pack up at least a week's worth of clothes and food for my mom and sister.
We were eventually discovered by the bad aliens who were in league with the u.s. government to destroy us all. For some reason, I had to get to Los Angeles, Earth to help save our species, but because of time differences between the planets, I thought I had about two weeks when, according to Earth time, I only had thirty minutes. Louis, my former program director, was the person I needed to consult to find how such a trip could be made. It turned out that it was possible, but through magical means. Some old shamanic woman was trying to show me how to 'program' up the energy to allow for astral travel. I saw her doing it when I first walked into the room where she and my surviving loved ones were waiting for fate to unfold. She had disappeared in a weird, glowing, liquidy purple/blue light. When she first showed me, naturally I failed at it because it was the kind of thing that took serious practice. But then she realized she suddenly couldn't do it either. We looked up some instructions that were hidden in a book of fiction by Philip K. Dick. It was a bizarre process where you chanted a bunch of nonsense and did the strangest dance you could think of.
I finally created a small orb of energy, and waveringly learned to make it grow, it had to be big enough to fit me comfortably inside. Just as I was about to step into a reasonably sized orb, (I was PRESSED for time, you see) some of the good aliens showed up. Since they were large and fattish and wearing incandescent space-suits (to endure the human haven they constructed for us) I was startled. But then I noticed that they were being laid out by an invisible force. I realized the bad aliens had arrived and the human base needed to defend itself.
I lose the dream there.
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We were eventually discovered by the bad aliens who were in league with the u.s. government to destroy us all. For some reason, I had to get to Los Angeles, Earth to help save our species, but because of time differences between the planets, I thought I had about two weeks when, according to Earth time, I only had thirty minutes. Louis, my former program director, was the person I needed to consult to find how such a trip could be made. It turned out that it was possible, but through magical means. Some old shamanic woman was trying to show me how to 'program' up the energy to allow for astral travel. I saw her doing it when I first walked into the room where she and my surviving loved ones were waiting for fate to unfold. She had disappeared in a weird, glowing, liquidy purple/blue light. When she first showed me, naturally I failed at it because it was the kind of thing that took serious practice. But then she realized she suddenly couldn't do it either. We looked up some instructions that were hidden in a book of fiction by Philip K. Dick. It was a bizarre process where you chanted a bunch of nonsense and did the strangest dance you could think of.
I finally created a small orb of energy, and waveringly learned to make it grow, it had to be big enough to fit me comfortably inside. Just as I was about to step into a reasonably sized orb, (I was PRESSED for time, you see) some of the good aliens showed up. Since they were large and fattish and wearing incandescent space-suits (to endure the human haven they constructed for us) I was startled. But then I noticed that they were being laid out by an invisible force. I realized the bad aliens had arrived and the human base needed to defend itself.
I lose the dream there.
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