i am in the grocery store shopping with my mom and heather. we need stuff for a picnic kind of thing. beside a river, under a hill a ton of people are eating in scattered groups all down the waterside. i'm in a room with a lot of people. on the wall, there are funny parodies of every movie you can think of. heather and i look at a harry potter parody. the harry potter actor is really ugly. off to the "side" of the scene, more like the "side of the dream" (unexplainable), a man beckons me. i question my surroundings, but fight knowing the truth. this is a dream...but i like this dream. i know this isn't real. he keeps asking me to come thru, wake up, c'mon. i disassociate from the dream and the entire scene feels like a veil has been lifted. a white screen remains where i thought reality was. he pushes the screen away. now i see "real" reality. i'm in a big lab with a ton of computers. there's a lady and her daughter (5 yrs old probably) messing around on one. heather is on one too. i'm told to go play on one. i have to "log in" with any name. make it up, etc. put your own in, someone elses, it doesn't matter. each name combination will be different. i don't remember what name i put in. on the screen, a model of the entire universe appears. it's the person's universe, as each person in our "Reality" has his or her own. this is how you can view them. using the middle scroll thing some mouses have, i zoom all the way in. it's earth, the persons perceived "home" or "center of the universe". as i scroll out, the seemingly circular planet (rendered 2D because its just a computer) spins and twists clockwise, unraveling and becoming the periodic table of elements. this is represented by a long line of blocks that turns several times, showing thousands of elements. the line keeps going crazy in every direction, in different shapes as it makes molecules, atoms, etc. supposedly, i am scrolling "out", aka trying to get the larger picture. confusing. i stop playing this game and go over to the man behind it all, the man who beckoned me. he looks friendly, just a cool dude maybe 30 or 35. "can i talk to you about the film you made or are you sensitive about criticism?" i ask. he laughs and says go for it. "i hated the part where i was looking at all those movies. it made it seem so real, which sucks because it was a stupid part." i talk like my entire life was a movie. he laughs about it and says some movie award organization said that's why he didn't receive some award for it. we talk about "making movies" and stuff, but all the time we know we mean making "reality".
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was coming back to my apartment. I was in the second floor hallway areas, which was much bigger than IWL. The atmosphere was blue-grey. The floor seemed to be made out of tiny, square, white tiles. The wall had mailboxes set into it somewhere. I stood outside my door for a moment and then stood inside my apartment, just near the door, possibly even pressed against the door. My apartment, I could feel, was pretty big. It had two or three bedrooms. And it was decorated really nice. There may have been a thick, beige rug with a green, hexagonal design on it over the couch. But I didn't see any of this directly, because I was still pressed to the door. IWL, I have called the police on my neighbors on a number of occasions for banging and pounding violently on the floors all through the day and night whenever I'm home. Now, somehow, I heard that my neighbors were getting back at me for calling the police on them. They had called the police on me. They may have claimed that I was now the one making noise. But they may also have claimed that I was guilty of a much worse crime, some kind of violent crime. I thought about it for a while. I wasn't certain that I actually hadn't committed this crime. At some point a woman was coming up to my apartment to visit me. Then she may actually have been in my apartment. I don't think I ever saw her. I may only have imagined her being in my apartment. She was pretty. She had a gentle, but serious expression. As I continued pressing myself against my door I either spoke to the woman or imagined having a conversation with her. Dream #2 I was walking down a concrete path on a sunny day. The path may have been between two lawns. But on either side of the path were chest-high, chain-link fences. At some point another concrete path joined the one I was on from the left, at a right angle. Five girls were walking up that path. They were maybe 7 or 8 years old, but they may have been 10 or 11 years old. They were all skinny, tanned deeply by a lot of time in the sun. They had brown hair. They wore orange bikinis with yellow stripe on the left breats. They were all wet, as if they'd just gotten out of the pool. Their wet hair, shoulder-length, was slicked back from their foreheads and kind of tangly. Dream #3 I was in the middle of classroom, walking between the aisles and rows of seats. The class was full, and all the students had their heads down. They were either studying very hard or taking an exam. I think I was just wandering around, not quite sure I belonged to the class. Dean Radin, the President (?) of the Institute for Noetic Sciences, was somewhere. I could see an image of him, as if it were stuck in the back of my head. He looked a bit too skinny, and he wore some kind of black baseball cap, like somebody from NASA or a SWAT team might wear. Radin explained that people thought the universe was a certain age. He may have said 4.5, 8.3, or 83 billion years old. "But this isn't so," Radin explained. "Because each of us sees the universe and perceives the time of the universe through our own eyes. So if you add up the years of the universe perceived through the eyes of all those beings living in it, you get a much higher number." Radin's argument didn't quite make sense to me. I was trying to figure out how it could be true. Radin then went on to explain how this phenomenon of multiple views of the universe actually made the universe infinite. I had a vision of a lot of plastic, transparent cirlces, like bracelets or necklaces for little kids. The circles were all one piece, but they looked like they were made out of a number of spherical beads. The bracelets were one color. Some were yellow-green; others were orange. I was now in "my bedroom," which had two beds in it. It was night, and my light was on. On my back wall, on the left side, near the ground, and just a little ways away from my bed, there was a huge hole. Inside the hole I saw a wooden wall which also appeared to have dirt in it. Apparently I lived in the basement. My upstairs neighbors had put this hole in my wall so things from underground could get into my room. I suddenly had a mystical feeling, like this hole would somehow connect me with whatever it was Radin had been talking about.
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