Where are we really?
I remember my dreams better than I remember yesterday. Dreams are a real experience to me. As real as me typing on this keyboard. My narcolepsy may be a part of that, but I believe everyone takes hold of their dreams the same way, whether they remember it or not.
I have this thought in my mind. What if this reality is just the children's playpen? Age is so irrelevant when it comes to what I'm speaking on here. Your experiences are whats important.
What if this "reality" (which this reality is made up of the same "stuff" dreams are, it just appears more ordered) is just the child's playpen. And once you've experienced and been shaped enough by those experiences, you are allowed to die, or move on to the next realm?
What if we're all sitting here and our "immature" (to the next realm) thoughts are holding us here in this reality? Or maybe we just haven't experienced or thought what we've need to move on. What if the next realm is so greatly dependent on thought that we wouldn't be allowed in because our thoughts would ruin it for the rest of them?
I've been thinking a lot about death lately. I know nothing. But I do choose to believe that nothing ends. DMT taught me that.
So whats holding us back from experiencing a reality like hyperspace all the time? There's a whole lot of greatness out there to be had, why are we stuck here in this limited time-space?
Any thoughts you have on this and would like to share would be greatly appreciated.
Thanks
P.S. Dreams
Who are these people in my reality and in my dreams? Why do I see them in reality and in my dreams and they appear and seem to be the same people? Although they don't remember the experiences I have with them. Why do I share experiences with them on different levels? I really wish sometimes they'd remember what we do together in my dreams. Wishful thinking?
I remember my dreams better than I remember yesterday. Dreams are a real experience to me. As real as me typing on this keyboard. My narcolepsy may be a part of that, but I believe everyone takes hold of their dreams the same way, whether they remember it or not.
I have this thought in my mind. What if this reality is just the children's playpen? Age is so irrelevant when it comes to what I'm speaking on here. Your experiences are whats important.
What if this "reality" (which this reality is made up of the same "stuff" dreams are, it just appears more ordered) is just the child's playpen. And once you've experienced and been shaped enough by those experiences, you are allowed to die, or move on to the next realm?
What if we're all sitting here and our "immature" (to the next realm) thoughts are holding us here in this reality? Or maybe we just haven't experienced or thought what we've need to move on. What if the next realm is so greatly dependent on thought that we wouldn't be allowed in because our thoughts would ruin it for the rest of them?
I've been thinking a lot about death lately. I know nothing. But I do choose to believe that nothing ends. DMT taught me that.
So whats holding us back from experiencing a reality like hyperspace all the time? There's a whole lot of greatness out there to be had, why are we stuck here in this limited time-space?
Any thoughts you have on this and would like to share would be greatly appreciated.
Thanks
P.S. Dreams
Who are these people in my reality and in my dreams? Why do I see them in reality and in my dreams and they appear and seem to be the same people? Although they don't remember the experiences I have with them. Why do I share experiences with them on different levels? I really wish sometimes they'd remember what we do together in my dreams. Wishful thinking?