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Finally - A Vision of Peace


 

Today I am thankful for a new hypnopompic vision. 


Lately, I've had some wild sleep hours.  I fight sleep due to the dreams.  Over time, the hour in which I fell asleep moved later and later.  

Last night it was 500. 

Because my sleep hours are now so funky, I now sleep in one of those silk sleep masks that block out the sun. 

When I wake up and am still in that altered state of consciousness, I can see little visions play out in front of my eyes (so to speak). 

Today it was tolerable. 

I saw my old friend freefalling in the sky. 

There were numerous demons and dark figures attacking him from all directions. 

An angel grabbed him by his right hand and they began to fly together.   

His course was no longer a downward spiral.  He was no longer losing altitude. 

The dark spirits fell behind and couldn't keep up with my friend. 

Perhaps another prayer was answered. 

I'll keep praying and lighting little white candles until I have thirty days/night free of dreams of this person. 

Love ya, 

S.  

Well, I also dreamt of a song.  I liked it and Googled the lyrics.  Google seemed to show that it doesn't exist. 

It's been a while since I composed a song in my sleep.  

Cool! 

let's see what I can remember.  

Crap, by the time I grabbed the composition paper, the melody slipped my mind.  I shouldn't have taken my recording equipment out of my bedroom.  I could have sung it. 

Darn....


Edit 10/17/20 - well, I'm back at 30 days....'

more dreams....ugh! 

At least he didn't die this time.   

Whew! 

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