Ah wait, I should put that in my vegetative main blog. Hahaha. But yeah, today's entry did have something to do with my birthday. My first birthday present this year was actually from my Subconscious, in the form of sleep paralysis, awesome hypnagogic hallucination, false awakening and two lucid dreams within one hour of sleep. Can you believe that? Effin awesome! This is why I love my Subconscious, she's sweet like that (even though she did piss me off with her emo antics occasionally :P). Last Sunday I suddenly felt overly sleepy at 11 p.m., which was weird because I usually go to bed at 1 a.m. I had several Physics and Chem lab pre-readings to do, but I was so sleepy I couldn't even comprehend a single sentence I was reading. So I decided to take a nap for 30 minutes or so, and resume academic works afterwards. Classes starts at 9 the next day, so that wouldn't be a problem.
Did RC before I doze off, as usual. My sleep was fairly deep and blissful for the first few minutes. I dreamed about being in a dim bathroom, similar to the old and creepy bathroom at Lanarch Castle I visited last Saturday. There were two people with me, but I couldn't recognize who they were. I also remember walking along a dark passage, which I believed was an altered version of the hallway in my house. That was all I could remember, sorry. Damn dream recall.
I kept waking up at intervals (every 10 minutes) even before my alarm went off, probably because I had made up my mind to sleep for only a short while. That didn't work, obviously, because every time I woke up I would get back to sleep. After waking up for the second time, I had this brief imagery (hypnagogic hallucination?) about a guy who kissed and caressed me sensually. Creepy one, because I'm sure that guy didn't look anywhere near Raphael. Feeling a bit naughty (lol), I didn't do anything about it, and sort of let myself go with the flow (it's nothing like what you're thinking, I swear :P). I thought I told him half-consciously that I didn't want full-blown sex, so don't go beyond the kisses and caresses. See, I am a good girl XD. I fell asleep shortly afterwards, resuming the scene in my dream. After a few minutes I woke up again, but this time something creepier happened to me. I was aware that I had woken up, but when I wanted to do RC, my body didn't respond to me. I immediately realized that I was having a sleep paralysis, and instead of freaking out, I felt excited because I could finally try my hands on WILD. However, I was not able to do so because during my sleep paralysis, I sensed the presence of another being in my room, sitting beside me on my bed. I wanted to have a better view of the being, but what the hell, I was paralyzed already. When I asked the being who was he/she, it responded by kissing me passionately. So this was the guy I saw just now, I thought to myself. Of course, I was freaked out, but I couldn't do anything about it. So I let him do whatever he wanted to, while trying my best to get back to sleep before he decided to rape me or something. Gila creepy - I was molested by my own hallucination. What the eff.
When I get back to sleep, I had a false awakening. I dreamed about waking up, went to the kitchen to wash my glass of milk that I drank before going to bed, and met Amal. We had a small chat before I woke up (again!) and my alarm went off. It was 11.30 p.m., but I wanted to have another round of sleep because hey, it's my birthday the next day. So I did just that, and found myself in some sort of event where blissful-looking people congregated in circles. I looked around, and discovered that the event was DMT: The Spirit Molecule Convention. Phwarrghhh!! Someone told me that Rick Strassman was also there. Double phwarrghhh!!! My housemates were all there, along with Kak Fairuz, our senior. I was wondering why they were in a psychedelic event when an old man came and approached us. By the look of him, I was positive that he was the Rick Strassman, M.D., the psychopharmacologist who was also the author of the renowned book DMT: The Spirit Molecule. How cool was that - I get to meet Rick Strassman! Apparently he was choosing several people to take part in a spiritual cleansing activity. I wanted him to choose me, but he didn't seem to even notice me and proceeded to choose my housemates and Kak Fairuz instead. You kidding me?? How can I, a person twenty times more Goa than my housemates combined didn't get to be chosen?? I still wanted to take part in the activity, so I tried to swap places with one of my housemates because I was sure she wasn't even remotely interested in psychedelic stuffs. She agreed, and I got to join Strassman. Yay!
The 'spiritual cleansing' activity was actually some sort of game where you build the most intricate model of a temple you could possibly design using colourful geometrical pieces. With the help of DMT, of course. We were supposed to do them in groups of three, but I couldn't find anybody to be in my team, so I wandered around for a while. On my way, I met a sweet German couple, who seemed to be in a state of pure bliss courtesy of DMT. They invited me to join them, and that was when I realized that I was dreaming. I saw my twelve-fingered hands, got excited, uttered the full lucidity mantra. I told the German couple that I was dreaming. They seemed to be very excited about it and congratulated me. We had a short meditation session together, and I felt a warm sense of bliss. I didn't manage to take any DMT though, because I was told that there were none left. Too bad, too bad. All of sudden, one of my housemates approached me, and told me that Kak Fairuz was having a severe seizure. I went to help her, and noticed that she had a very weird face. Her face was distorted, with very small eyes, nose and lips.
kind of like this, but worse. Yes, she even looked like a man.
I deduced that she must've been suffering from a rare disease, cystic fibrosis or something (I don't know what triggered me to think about CF lol). We called Strassman the M.D. to see if he could do anything about it. He requested for a vial of Insulin A from me, but I didn't know what the hell was Insulin A. Still, I decided to summon a dream Insulin A anyway, and produced a vial from my pocket. I gave them to Strassman, but he seemed unimpressed with my effort, telling me that the Insulin A was contaminated. He used them anyway, and within minutes Kak Fairuz was cured. I woke up - it was 11.45 p.m.
Went back to sleep, had another lucid dream. This time, I found myself atop a seven-storey building, which looked like a posh plaza or something. I knew I was dreaming, but I did RC just to make sure I won't kill myself after jumping off. I lack two fingers, and had deformed middle and index fingers on both of my hands. Confident that I was dreaming, I spread my arms wide, imagined myself flying, and jumped off. I didn't fly though; I merely fall down slowly. The fall, however, was very realistic - I could even feel the adrenaline rush as I fall down. When I reached the ground, a guy greeted me and offered to escort me around. He looked like Harry Potter, and I suddenly realized that the place looked very much like Hogwarts. I'm not a fan of HP, but I thought it'll be cool to explore Hogwarts with Harry XD The dream began to fade, but I quickly uttered my favourite lucidity mantra. As we went past a Hogwarts version of Whitcoulls, however, the dream disintegrated rapidly. I woke up at precisely 12 a.m. Happy birthday to me :D
Btw, for my birthday, I bought myself three Castaneda books. I love Scribes Secondhand Bookstore - they have tonnes of Castaneda in stock. The shopkeeper is lovely too.
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