Morning of August 30, 2015. Sunday. I typically do not post audio-dominated dreams online (yet, anyway) and do not even have many archived in digital format though will make an exception here. This dream starts out in the nightly light stages of sleep paralysis I always experience and usually enjoy. There is no usual “buzzing” or oscillation in this stage and no “rolling waves” as in other levels. I remain in a deep peaceful state but am aware of some sort of energies moving above me and to my right side. Suddenly, I clearly hear someone say “I’m six years old!” right over me but closer to my right ear. This surprises me but does not quite startle me. I cannot tell if the voice is (or is “meant” to be) male or female, but it sounds like a tulpa learning to sound human, as the voice is in at least three discordant layers of different pitches, slightly metallic and slightly nasal. It almost makes me laugh myself awake at the audacity of this being, however young or old it actually is (as well as the musical quality bringing on an odd cheerful response to my emotion). There is a “fuzziness” to the audio as if filtered somehow, though in another sense, it sounds very natural. The being seems to have others “hovering” around them. She (or he) touches me on the shoulder and near my forehead but then the state of consciousness shifts to another location before I can respond or “speak” (telepathically) with any coherent thought of any kind. I am then watching a female in her forties standing at a complaint department in possibly a clothing store around Christmastime, seemingly to my right. She babbles bizarrely in accelerated audio and flings several packages to the floor and onto the counter in a strange musical charade that sounds like pieces of different musical measures (late 1960s?) in random sequences. Again, I almost start laughing, but she looks very frustrated (but does not regard me in any way). It is almost as if she can only “speak” in distorted random musical measures mixed with human vocalized gibberish rather than solely human-like. From here (into a different type of dream state), I am at a construction site, possibly unseen by anyone else (as I am seemingly not noticed or directly regarded at any point). It is the beginning of the foundation and framework of perhaps a four-storey (or higher) building. A man looks up and says loudly, “You better get down here” (emphasis on “down”) to a male on at least the second level of framework - the voice having a tone of authority as well as mild concern and with a slightly musical inflection as if he had said the same phrase often before. This shouting slightly shifts my consciousness and this dreaming stage is over.
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