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I've been kind of lazy when it comes to this blog, so I'm gonna make up for that by having some more dreamtalk. In the past few weeks I've had more dreams than usual but only a select group seem to be worth mentioning here. One involved an atomic bomb, which is a theme I haven't dreamed of for years. Despite the years in between, this didn't change my experience. In short, I was working in the garden when an atomic bomb looking like a bee got catapulted from another garden into ours. Upon impact I experienced the same thing I did a few years ago. An electric shock went through my spine and I woke up with the sensation of change, although I have yet to figure out what kind of change. Another dream, or rather 3 dreams with recurring themes involved my dad being back in the house. Sometimes the others seemed to be OK with this, sometimes not. What I do remember is that I wasn't, at all. The strange thing about these dreams is that all of them also involved immigrants. Now before I proceed, I feel the unfortunate need to mention that I am in no way a racist of any kind, so rest assured that what will follow has nothing to do with my waking-life experiences with immigrants. Yet in all 3 cases my experience with them wasn't all that good. Once they showed up as fake cops, the other I felt they were attempting to rob me of my car. I do not see any reasons to discuss this part any further but I thought it'd be worth pointing out that they are popping up in a very associative manner. I will investigate this further, since I have had very little recurring themes in dreams in my life, except during childhood.
A dream earlier this week about finding a bleached child skull filled with insects in a swamp at Verlorenkost in Gent. I had to slap red sow bugs off my arm as I saw somebody else at the other side of the swamp being attacked by black bloodsuckers that had the size of a fist.
Had a dream about a meeting of a very large group of elite people in a park that had a playground. I was part of a large high-security team dressed in black suits and sunglasses, even though the skies were dark. Some terror group was attacking the elite by driving black unmarked sadans into the cars of the guests, which made them explode. As me and my team were attempting to stop them by firing at their tires, a black car suddenly approached a car with very important people in it, if I remember correctly this was the president and his family. The president was a big caucasian male with brown, slightly reddish hair in a light brown suit. I saw the family getting out of the car before the other car hit it, but the driver also got out, chased them, but got hit by my bullet before he could fire his weapon. Around this time I was hiding in one of the playgrounds structures with a couple of other MIB, and a woman if I remember correctly. The president and his family showed their gratitude towards me after which the dream shifted.
In the second part of the dream - which was months, maybe years later - I felt like a vietnam veteran, used up by his country and nobody who thanks or pays him for his services anymore. Apparently the saving the president part hadn't done me much good since I had the feeling of being on the run for something. I recall few of this part but what I do remember is a very large hallway with long escalators in it, which in retrospect gave me the feeling of being in the Citadel in Half Life².
After this I recall walking through what looked like a street in LA, but very empty. Only lots of grass, a few palmtrees and the road were visible. Next to me was the same woman that was with us in the first part, for whom I had apparently developed feelings over the last few months/years. The streets had a very celestial touch, as if it were Valhalla's LA.
One thing I like about being out on the streets is that Apophenia always pops up when you call her. I was in Antwerp today for a job interview, I had some time left and she showed up on a lightning pole on a sticker that said "you have one new message". I checked my cellphone and I did. I posted a technique for inducing Apophenia a good while back on my old blog, which I seem to have lost but will repost again when I find it back.

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When it comes to writing down dreams I’ve been very negligent, and as my first blog hasn’t been used for much else other than my art lately, I just decided to open up a side-portal and start writing them down here. So to break the ice, here’s a dream I had a few days ago. It was pretty intense since I’ve been suffering from pretty bad dreamnesia lately, for which I of course only have myself to blame. Anyways, here it is: It started off in Ghent, which is a part of which I do not recall much except that the entire city had an orange glow and tiny orange lights were floating everywhere in the streets and above the rivers. This was almost immediately followed by an epic magickal battle.
This started off with me and some other people standing on one side of a river, probably the Schelde. The other side had some kind of fort with black ops aiming snipers at us. Before they fired, the same orange lights I mentioned above dropped out of their guns, like they were soul-searchers, enabling perfect shots.
We were challenging them and shouting slurs at them, which seemed to operate as a shield. At some point I saw some of our men, dressed in blue, carrying up tuns with explosives. At this point the black ops had changed into more wizard-looking people. As I saw the explosives do their thing and take out some of the opponents, I noticed bald grey/blueish creatures swimming towards us.
They told me they were on the opponent’s side now but nonetheless they seemed to act pretty neutral towards us. I was disappointed because these creatures had great telekinetic powers and they could’ve saved the day.
Now in the distance, on our side of the river, I saw a bald woman, and I felt she had the same powers the river-creatures did. As she approached I noticed she was accompanied by a friends wife, who smiled at me but did not say anything. I started trying to convince the bald woman to help us out by using her powers.
As she agreed, I placed her head into some handcrafted ring of paper which had mathematical formulas written all over it. This would trigger and enhance her capabilities. After this I felt a sense of victory but then the dream faded quickly and I woke up.
A few of the notorious Viva Lux ladies. The secret to my own drawings is that the entire practice of creating them was basically triggered by these venusian beauties. A tribute!
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An idea me and my other half developed a while back. One day I’ll have to start saving for decent beamer so I can take projects like these a few steps further.
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Don’t you think we’re a little too old now to take acid and think critically?

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