Clarity on dream states *bring sick sense of humor*

      My neighbor played a role in invoking the inner clarity that now exists within me on dream time activities. I woke from a dream this morning where a group of us were watching an old movie while waiting. I was told to not get behind a woman the one instructing me pointed out. The woman pointed out looked a bit to-herself type. I wondered for half a second (if that) why I had to watch out for that woman and not get behind her. Felt a bit ominous. So, movie is running and I'm caught up in conversation, crowd starts to move and I notice the woman pointed out to me was at the back of the pack with her arms out in a sort of herding gesture, though she wasn't saying anything. I began to ask her if she could give me a moment's notice before it's time to get going when the alarm went off and here I was. My inner child had re-joined the rest of the gang in my subconscious. Bodes well for the overall outlook and morale of my inner village.
     I had already known that I experienced various dream states. Some kinds come in technicolor, some I am consciously controlling, some are what I call "state of the inner union addresses", some are astral journeys and activities, and some are prophetic/game plans being made with other souls. Now I know that some of those dreams are the aspects of me that are not earthbound. We call those spirits. My spirits traverse the heavens anywhere they want to or are vibrationally bound to. Time, space, my business, your business, this girl's spirit has like no limitations. Want visit with Thoth? We're there. Want the truth as to whether Jesus was crucified on cross with arms spread or over his head on a stake? Been there, saw it, I got the answer.
    Then there are the near earth aspects. These interact in the near earth realms. They can interact with mass consciousness and lower vibe crews. They monitor the immediate environment and can wake us all up if there's a threat. They can cast demons out of my children if their near earth aspects get possessed. We often just sleep through it with my son's near earth aspects.
   Last, but not least, are the body bound aspects. These are the consciousnesses that stay home in the body to keep the systems running. They hold down the fort  while spirits are astrally adventuring and near earthers are minding the perimeters so the other aspects have someplace to come back to, all in one piece ideally. "What happened to George?", "He was removed during surgery last week". "What happened to Fred?", "We left him to the cancer he refused to up his vibe to fight off. He was too depressed and we couldn't rally him". "Where's Luke?"' "We took him down, He was toxic like his father; spreading death everywhere. That boy's out.""What happened to Sherry?", "We ate her." They can be matter-of-fact in there. Self acceptance will do that. It doesn't mean they didn't use love, compassion, or empathy, or sympathy, or....they did their best. No holds barred. Nothing they could do about it, so they accepted the natural cycles of life. We'll regrow those aspects later.
     Not forgetting, we may have walk-ins in any one of those groups of our own consciousnesses. Some come in for tutoring for us or us tutoring them, so we may dream of classrooms. Some just make themselves home because we left a door open. Some come by invitation. We like company. Sometimes our house feels empty to an aspect, so they'll take visitors. Yes, if we're low vibe, there'll be unwanted guests and attackers. We're past that here, we're usually on to them. This past summer when I opened up for healers, one came under the guise with a bomb on self destruct. We shoved him off the plane and watched him explode in mid air. We're merciless with the facts of life 'round here at times.
      Some of the other consciousnesses we may experience are those of our yet to be born children and grandchildren. The eggs that become us are formed inside our mothers while still in our grandmother's womb. Our parents and grandparents might even have aspect consciousnesses riding in with us. My son tells me stories about the brother he had before he was physically removed from my womb. He said that brother was mean to him before he died. I had had an abortion. I had the knowing it would have been a boy. My son's surprise revelations confirmed it. Can you imagine the chorus going on in a man's testicles once they hit puberty among all that rearin'-to-go sperm? "What happened to Clyde?", "The egg he was designed to unlock got taken out with her ovaries last week, so Clyde and his crew got wasted. Though, come to think of it, it wasn't really a waste. The chemicals released during that orgasm was an awesome ride. Nice parting gift from Clyde. All cheers to Clyde and crew!", "Here, here!", "Those were some good men right there", "Good-to-the-bone".  "Gabe, what you guys doing here?"' "There's a call for twins, man!", "Woa", "Prepare for launch!". Science has found that an egg cannot be entered by just any sperm. Each will only unlock for one key/sperm with the right fit pre-designed specifically for it.
   Which all reminds me of the appointment I was supposed to go to this morning. To re-apply for subsidized housing. They've got this sick process here in Arkansas (I pronounce Ar-Kansas, English makes no sense): it is part of the process to bear your guts, re-live your past in every detail to provide them with the required information. THEN, oh, this is a goody: you get a rejection letter and go through it all again! No exceptions. Even if you have all supporting documents, crossed your T's and dotted your i's, this is the routine. I has asked the woman if they could just copy the already filled out application and we'll white out the dates or something on the copy. Easy-peasey, no re-living. "No, we put the in the shredder". All that which is precious to me just goes into the trash, not just tossed but SHREDDED. Screw you I'm going to do that again! So, this morning I showed up early and told the women behind the counter that I'm just not in the state of being to be filling out the application again. I just don't have it in me and can't do it. (Subsidized housing is nothing I want to live in to begin with.) The young woman says matter of factly and 'you have to realize/accept';"Well, paperwork is required", I cut her off, "I am 50 years old and I do not need to be told the facts of life right now". "I wasn't telling you the facts of life, just of this office". (yes; you were. You had the tone and there is something very wrong with this office). I rescheduled and whether or not I will feel filling out the paperwork before the next appointment, I do not know. Probably no. I may be past the state where I feel so high vibe and generously do what's wrong just because it's "required" of me. This is where I lose housing and end up on the streets. The good news is that I'm still on the section 8 list, which I much prefer anyways. A house, a yard, all the good potentials can exist with section 8. My people have connections and make good references. We've got this. We don't got a change of driver's license I went to get today because Montana wants money from me. Whatever; we can still get an account at the credit union so I can start receiving money.
     More coolness; Valentine's Day tomorrow and that means children's classrooms will be full of it. My daughter didn't want to make Valentines. Her class is all boys. They're not the outgoing type and probably don't want any part of it either. I do know that once she gets there, she'll feel left out of what's happening in her pessimism (justified a sit is). She's a lot like me. My son just loves everybody and will want enough to give to everyone. Went to the Dollar Tree for this gig. In the party favor section they had these photo props on sticks. The boy geared ones are super hero masks or comic book "zap", "pow", "Zing". I only got one girl's pack with things like "BFF" and "LOL" because at that age these days, the girls are super heroes, too. Score! My daughter loved the idea. I have won her over.
   Pretty exciting day, and it's only noon. Every time I stop my wheels from turning I "smell" the presence of the guy from last night. He sure IS thinking of me. He wasn't lying.  Exchanging messages on dating site, "What are yur plans for the day". I shared, asked of his and get back "You don't have to go to work?" me; "I asked you a question, I did not ask to be questioned" Block. whoops, gotta go switch over laundry..