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The dream I just woke up from was so complicated, I'm not sure I can get this down or even say it right before it fades from my head.
We were all in university class, the whole world. We were all afraid of breathing each other's air, but no one wore masks. We mostly just stood a little distance from each other, but we still all sat packed next to each other. It was like if we didn't look at each other, we didn't breathe the same air. It was like the world was insane with this belief that as long as we didn't immediately breathe near each other, we wouldn't get sick.
We were all being taught something in class, and we were all trying to figure out how to solve a problem, but a weird monkey wrench no one thought of was that one of the people sitting in the class was the answer to the problem. Turns out this quiet unassuming man was responsible for something that would kill us all. He'd been smoking 3 different deadly chemicals every night to 'relax', and they had been cooking in his body until he had become a living bioweapon, like a ticking time bomb.
Once that was uncovered, I heard a voice narrating a prophecy about how it would go tough with that man for 3 days until his death, whereupon some dogs would be released into the hospital with him, but the whole picture of that in my dream was very different from what hospital means to us. I don't think it was a literal man in a literal hospital. I'm not even sure the dogs were dogs, more like 'hounds' who hunt or work in a pack, and they came in a door no one else was using.
When the man died, it felt like the prophecy was about to tell me about the son of man rising, but I woke up, and as soon as I was awake I felt confused between son of man and son of god, which was it?
That was the gist. There was a lot more detail, some math, a paper I'd written with a particular title, and a series of clues. I'm not exactly sure what answer we were all looking for.
I think my dream was about the whole world, but it might have been another world this happened on before, or our world wrapped up in such a weird allegory that it didn't look the same. We were all indoors, like we were afraid of the rain. We all knew a very different kind and level of math and science than we are familiar with here and now. We were all very surprised to find out that one man was responsible for the coming death of us all, but he didn't seem to know he was doing it. His body was both cooking the chemicals into a new thing and catalyst for change and he didn't even know it was happening to him. The dogs were all big dogs, and they spoke a different language among themselves. They came in all around that man just before he died. The world was going to change very drastically after that man died.
I know dreams can show us things very quickly. The ones I can't take literally are usually the ones showing or telling me something important, and they usually come true or match something 'in real life' like a puzzle. I have studied dream interpretation, it's a bunch of hogwash.
The 3 chemicals were important, the math we were trying to figure out was important, the time ticking down till that man died was important. What really slowed us down was how insane the world had become worrying about breathing, because there was nothing to be afraid of, but we believed it so much that it had become real.
Exponential Stickiness was the paper I had written in my dream. In my dream, it was a research, not a fanfic of a TV show. The words were important, so now I'm looking them up. I appear the be the only person on this planet who has put the words 'exponential stickiness' together, but there are other things popping up in search, like potential stickiness, etc. I'll link these quotes.
Now let's look at my own paper.
One of the things about that particular season of that series was one of the guest actors was in The Thirteenth Floor and another was in Babylon 5.
And now I'm going to leap over to quotes from Bab 5 regarding another actor not in Sliders (but prolifically in everything else), related only because of the first actor and their brilliant political scenes together.
Ok, I put that together for about an hour, now I'm making coffee.
I think the takeaway between the dream and the trail it went through based on a phrase in the dream is that something really big is happening, and that we've all be unconsciously tuned to it for a long time. If the universe truly is aware (and we are the manifestation of that), then everything in our own minds is in the universal mind, and all these things mean something in relation to each other. There is a story happening that we keep retelling ourselves over and over in various ways and forms, and until we figure this story out, it's going to keep recycling.
I could do a literal dream interpretation based on my own psyche, but since the things in the dream seem to be shared worldwide, I think it's more a social psychology thing, and I'm just one of the many interpreters or voices adding to the problem solving.
So my interpretation is that 'stickiness' can be applied to belief systems. Stickiness is the idea that once something is noticed, it becomes an attractor, and that everyone adding to that becomes part of the attractor. We are all becoming a giant engine directing an outcome.
In real life, we are in a propaganda war layering over a real war on crimes against humanity. Both sides have become very sticky. Both belief systems are their own attractor engines. We have two main 'timelines' competing for dominance. The propaganda timeline captures minds, the resistance timeline frees minds. The outcome of this layered war may or may not still be up in the air. We are living our existence right now much like Schrodinger's cat, inside a box not yet knowing what the final outcome will be.
One more thing. The last thing resounding through my head before I wrote all this was "It has happened before, it will happen again." I've brought up attractors before. Perhaps this is the 25K cycle that we finally break our own loop.
I got up at 2 a.m. to write that.When Scott got up around 4 I switched to gaming so we could do trades, then went back to bed and slept till 7. This is the next drream.
The world was desperate to stop us all from being absorbed into a very strange matrix. All our minds were becoming part of a global network overseen by a huge AI. They kept trying to send soldiers in to take it down, nothing worked. They tried sending scientists in to make it stop, they couldn't. We were down to the last shreds of people still left outside the network and out of options, so I said send me. I wasn't exactly a sane person, and we reasoned that maybe I could hold out longer and reconfigure some of the programming with my own insanity.
It was like getting ready to go under surgery. I was prepped and walked through the initial launch out, but from there I was on my own.
Sliding one's consciousness into a medium of collected minds was weird, but it was quickly replaced with feeling normal, like a living dream maybe. It was different from real life, not a copy of it, but easy enough to fit in and adapt to. It wasn't very long, though, until it was time to check how things were going, so I was semi retracted since I couldn't communicate with them from in there. At first I thought I was just waking up from surgery and I couldn't get anyone to talk to me, until I saw a sign about the 6th floor. So I took an elevator to the 6th floor and someone at the desk told me I had the wrong floor, I needed the 5th floor. I didn't want to leave the 6th floor and said I'd like to hang out for awhile in one of their recovery rooms, which they allowed.
There were 3 guys in wheelchairs there, one without legs, I think a blind one, and the third was this huge comorbid blotchy guy on a mobile IV who was laughing it up and making hospital jokes. He was easiest to start talking to, then the others joined in, and I wish I could remember that convo because it was really weird. They seemed to know everything about me being on the wrong floor and what my surgery had been all about, and laughing cryptically at me. Then a nurse came to get me and wheel me back to the floor I'd left so we could finish the procedure.
Turns out I wasn't really back in my body, just in a simulation so they could talk to me. As soon as I learned that, they switched something on and I could suddenly see I was literally a partial data download in a hard drive, and they had it hooked up to something to let me visualize some of my communication to them. I was supposed to dream so they could see what I could see. Dreaming was artificially induced and abruptly started, so on my end it seemed like going from a normal world where I was a patient hooked up to equipment to being part of the equipment, and on the monitor appeared sloshes of brownish opaque liquid like an oil splashing shapes across a flat screen, and behind it the matrix of people as my mind had been seeing them after the upload. And I knew in that moment I was never really coming back.
And I woke up again and here I am typing.
It felt like a continuation in another world's history. After the first dream, time passed and then the second dream was about still trying to resolve a very bad situation, which looked like a planetwide takeover controlling everyone. I don't know how AI fit in, whether it was installed to do that, perhaps a purposeful guidance to a complete global network, very unclear if it had gotten out of control.
This wasn't in my dream, but music is very good at soothing and synching brains for use later, if you've ever wondered about how long you can resist something wanting your mind. It doesn't matter what music it is. Lyrics themselves entrap with rhyme or repetition, and then the scales and keys in music can retrain brain rhythms. I know this because I can feel it happen, have been feeling it most of my life. Even the good stuff you think helps support your rebel cause only syncs you into an easy to use place of submission while you are listening to the music.
This is why earworms are so important and worth so much money. The music industry is worth more than the film industry, the two together are spiritually lethal because they take away our ability to resist enough to think through something being a problem and then thinking through how to avoid or solve the problem. As long as we are 'mesmerized' by the sounds and sights of both industries, we are helpless to fight against being manipulated.
We are already in the matrix. Some of us have been working on finding a way out for a very long time.
Those of you who can't yet believe this, who can't conceive the reality of this, are very deeply asleep, or synched. You can't even imagine 'life' without the world construct around you.
No vid trail this time. Those of you who've made it this far with me need to understand that I was programming you with vid trails. They weren't bad, but now it's time for you to create your own thoughts where I leave off.
If you feel too bored or disappointed to mess with that and wander off to something else, that's ok, but sooner or later this will all be stripped away so you can see it for what it really is. This is my mind in a bigger 'mind' touching your minds. This is real experience, but it's not 'real'. You feel like it's real because you are living through it experiencing it, but it's a copy of a copy, not the real thing. In the very real, our minds can meet like this without the 'mind' in the middle controlling how we do it. Think about that for awhile.
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