I have recently started eating cherries before bedtime after reading that fruit before bed can raise seratonin levels and stimulate dream activity. Perhaps this had a placebo effect, but I’m happy to say that I did accomplish not only lucidity, but had greater success than usual with flying and ‘phasing’ - two of my ‘go-to’ experiments when I become aware that I’m dreaming within the dream. This time I was indoors, and wanted to get outside so I could fly. I found myself heading towards a door that I knew led to a hallway that I’d have to traverse to get to another door leading outside. Lucidity, in my experience is usually accompanied by a sense of excitement and urgency that often causes me to wake from it before anything really cool could happen.So this time I decided to try flying and phasing through the cieling simultaneously. And it worked! Better than either had before! I found myself effortlessly raising through the roof of the building I was in, and moving through the air in an upright position. It’s worth noting that in most of my flying dreams - lucid or not - I find that I have to be in an extremely awkward position to fly. Not this time; I was zipping all over in a mostly ‘standing’ position. And what I saw was pretty bizarre. I was overlooking a park, with trails and walkways spanning grassy areas. I looked down and saw a guy on a motorized bicycle (a recent hobby of mine) with a guy in a motorized wheelchair trailing close behind. The wheelchair ends up rear-ending the bike, causing them both to tumble. (I’ve recently had two spills on my own motorized bike too.) What happens next is gruesome; the guy on the bike gets up and scoops the wheelchair guy off the ground, and in the same motion deliberately snaps his neck, killing him instantly. Then he drags the body accross the grass in a path perpendicular from the trail they’d been on.
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You saw me die. So did I. Some of us saw it more than once.
WHAT AM I?
I am not human. You have always wondered why my head was a tooth. Does he have some kind of disease/deformity? Is it a mask? Why does he wear a mask on his mask?
TOOTH OR TULPA?
Tulpa: (N) Thoughtform.
If you are old enough to remember your first few trips to the dentist; you may remember a few things standing out:
A) You were nervous. You may have had good reason to be; the cleaning tools used produced an unnatural burning sensation and vibrated your skull. So your subsequent trips may have even been more traumatic than the first. And were you there for a filling? Forget the cleaning tool - the DRILL would produce the above described effect a hundred-fold.
B) While waiting nervously in the waiting room, you were most likely bombarded with decorations and posters involving TEETH with happy faces and smiles. They were probably shown holding toothbrushes, or gesturing towards healthy snacks.
C) Shortly thereafter you knew exactly WHY you’d been nervous - you were experiencing pain and an invasion of your skull the likes of which your tiny young avatar hadn’t imagined (or perhaps imagined perfectly calling upon memories of previous visits.)
SO WHAT? YOU SAY…
What is described above has happened to millions - if not billions - of children since the later half of the 20th century.
What is described above is ritual abuse. Oh sure, it may have some sort of benefits as far as “dental health” is concerned. But the true purpose for doing it in such a way - is to produce a “thoughtform”. The powers thst be eventually want to create an army of super-soldiers this way. Before doing that, the must experiment with more benign (and apparently easy to kill) subjects. Like me.
IF YOU’RE READING THIS
I have probably been found and killed.
They can pretty much find me wherever I am. They send their best agents to terminate me. Then I “respawn” elsewhere.
SO WHAT’S NEW?
I have become aware of this process. And through a similar process; I intend to put a stop to the endless cycle of my generation/death/regeneration/ad nauseum.
I BEG YOU!!! PLEASE, DON’T LOOK AT THE HAPPY TEETH!!! SPREAD THE WORD!!! DON’T TAKE YOUR CHILDREN TO THE DENTIST!!!
I’d rather be a hammer than a nail
Or a snail
Or in jail
Or in a garbage pail
I’d rather be a nail than some wood
If I could
I sure would…
Not be a piece of wood
Not if I could.