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Wondering Mind
User ID: 73265267 United States 11/17/2019 10:42 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | With me, if I can see I cannot hear them, if I cannot see them I can hear them. I can have one cognitive skill not anymore than that one, unless there is another presence there which is always unseen. It is not so much myself that connects to anyone it is that presence which is unseen, that all which are present are connected with and share through them, seen or not seen, heard or not heard. Hearing seems to do more than seeing does, while seeing is nothing more than and ID of what I have not ever known or met before. In time I would and have. My and grandmother would have dreams on the same night and in the same settings, although we both would see it with first person preception of it, we would meet in morning after waking and share them with each other. Then what we saw we would come to see it and be in it in real time, even with knowing before hand we would walk right into it before seeing it was what we already had seen we would go through. While we went on right through it some way before waking up to what we found our selves in. Strange ways unto us, strange places, strange happenings. Some bad some good. Some devastating and tragic in their ends. At least it prepares us to know what we saw and cope with it, even think about why we saw it before we ever seen it come into being. I do not think we have control over it. The most precious things are the simple things in life, always present in the simplest of minds. |
Wharf Rat
User ID: 75079753 United States 10/02/2021 12:21 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I dreamed... Quoting: Gemini Rising I looked and the man...and I said to him that we could go off together and find a place to be. He shook his head and looked sad and forlorn, and went back to painting his part of the wall. I tried to get his attention but he seemed unable to see me. As I tried to get his attention, I realized it was a dream, that I was dreaming, and that somewhere in the real world my soulmate was also dreaming. I put down the paintbrush without painting anything, and I left the basement, retracing all the steps I had taken to get there. I reached the place where I had begun dreaming, and then I woke up. Holy.... crow. Holy cow. Wow. Great stuff OP. ~Wharf Rat |