I can't very well recall how this dream started, but I remember finding myself in a sort of machine room where there was a lot of equipment, machines, and electronics of some sort. I was in some sort of cockpit, except there were no windows or controls in front of me. Something was strapped to my back and my arms were holding onto some grips on each side. I was fully lucid at this point. Whatever was hooked to my back was hooked to something on the ceiling that was moving me in front of a garage door-type thing. |
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Never stop searching for truth. In your search you may think you have found it, and perhaps you have, but if you hold on tightly to a single thread it will fray and it's greater meaning will become lost. There is always more truth stretching deep beneath the surface that promises to reveal ever greater the infinite, interwoven fabric of truth, woven in the looms of Heaven.
--Raised by Seeker--
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