Chronicles of the Cosmos

I was trying to debate on whether or not if I should share this crazy story with you all. But what the heck, no one's going to believe it anyhow. So, here goes.

I've had a really bizarre experience one summer several years ago (I forget what year exactly) that lasted nearly two gruesome weeks. To make a very long story short, I attempted to call out to any nearby spirits in the area, and I wound up gaining this weird ability to literally hear my thoughts as if I were speaking out loud. And I could hear it through my ears...

And then about a day later, I began hearing voices that kept repeating the same damn things over and over, like a thousand times. And then they'd change up and start repeating something else over and over. That was the only downside to this weird ability I gained. Those damn voices wouldn't leave me alone. I had to literally plug my ears to shut them out. But enough about that, I ignored them for nearly two weeks and it all stopped at once. I lost the ability I had gained and swore that I would never do anything like that EVER again.

I want that ability back so I can experiment with it some more, however, I don't want those damn voices to come back. It was fairly easy to control and I was able to use it whenever I wanted. It wasn't anything like our inner thoughts that can run rampant and out of control (like replaying our favorite songs all day long against our will, lol).

I had this dream this morning. It starts out with me following a man in a suit. I can see the door to the conference room up ahead. For some reason, everything up to the point where I'm actually in the conference room is in bits and pieces. The place sorta looked like the inside of the Pentagon (for example). But I don't think it was.

The next thing I know, I'm standing before a council of maybe 30 - 40 people and these guys are sitting at a VERY long table, not round, but long as in cigar shaped and in a vertical position. Some of them were wearing suits, some were dressed casually. I looked around the room at all of their faces and i didn't recognize not a one of them. Most of them were middle-aged men and old men. Not sure if there were any women.

One guy stood out to me. This guy was sitting on the right side, closest to me, with his chair kinda pushed back from the table. He was a fat guy dressed in a suit and he was sitting in a comfortable position looking at me.

Anyway, I'm standing there with my arms behind my back--military style--and there's the same guy I followed standing over to my left introducing me. All I heard was "this is Shawn" which is my real name, and then it was as if someone turned down the volume because I couldn't hear anything after that.