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I am writing in a note book. I write out a message and the message I receive appears on the lines just underneath where I wrote. I am writing back and forth to nomad.

So what I can remember was said...

I said that I see dreaming as a bunch of cords criss crossing in a complex system sort of.

Then at one point I was focusing in on his energy and wrote to him saying that there was both negative and positive emotions sort of being repressed, and that kind of clouds his consciousness.

Then he wrote a bunch of shit back and then I went to check and it was all cross out like he decided to take what he said back. Then I just saw I think alot.

besides those things I can't remember quite everything that was said.
while doing this more than once these sort of videos came up that I would watch. They were youtube videos. He was like telling me things. Then at one point he's talking about weed. he has some bud plant. He's says don't tell anyone!!! Someone that lives around here will steal it!!

The environment I was in was changing as I wasn't paying much attention to it. I was mostly focused on the notebook and sending messages to nomad. Then the parts with videos I sort of suddenly was merged into the experience.

I looked out an saw every life I had lived. It seemed to span eternity.
I saw all my lives as a sphere.
I was on the edge of the sphere existing in one time. I moved to the right into the future. the past was to the left on the edge. Somehow if I kept going I would eventually come back around to the same place.
I entered the center of this sphere.
I could feel and know every life I had lived and will live. Yet they all already existed and nothing could be changed.
They seemed infinite.
Then I was spiralling upwards around this golden cord.
Then there was a tree.
Its roots were growing into the ground.
I was a leaf at the top a tree. A part of a leaf.
This tree was a group of souls.
Then I saw the planet. It was covered in trees. a planet of trees. All groups of souls. But each one was its own organism.
I saw from the perspective of the planet.
I was every tree as one being. and it felt no different from what I perceived as my own soul earlier.
There were many planets. There was a galaxy of planets.
It was disk shaped, spiralling. golden in color.
It was stacked on top of other disks just like it. These extended out creating a living organism.
There is an ocean. The organism lives in the ocean.
The entire planet is liquid.
Its a drop of rain falling.
But it never hits the ground.
There are what seems to be an infinite number of rain drops falling along side it.
It is a storm.
But nothing truly moves as there is no up or down. Yet they are falling.
There is no storm.
Nothing exists.

This is a dream I had a couple days ago. I was hesitant to post it.