I met a woman on the astral plane, with a cute black dress, short straight black hair, violet eyes, and a very Russian Beauty type of face. Her name is Lila. She told me she works for the American-Canadian-Mexican-Russian Shadow Government as a Remote Viewer. She used to work for the KGB. She told me she would take me on journeys on the astral plane, not the dream plane, and teach me to become adept on the astral plane. She trained me in astral combat.
We started having astral dreams together where everything felt real, and all my reality checks failed. She insisted that we were incarnate in a physical plane. I looked around me, and saw intense detail such as tiny specks of dust, stains, and wear and tear at the corner of furniture. There was nothing I could do to convince myself that it was a dream, except when I looked in the mirror I was a werelion. I looked at my hands and I had lion paws. I did reality checks again, and they all failed.
This happened over and over again.
After I started having these dreams again, I looked up the meaning of the name Lila. Lila means Night.
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