A Thinning Of The Veil
Oct. 24th, 2025 08:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphilo I had a dream about the chap from whom I was anticipating trouble. He was smiling, in a golden glow, and he said "I have got my constitution back" and I thought, "Either he has regained emotional stability or he has died and gone to heaven."
As it turned out he was still alive and had decided overnight that he can find new meaning in life by alerting the world to the dangers of of AI. He used to be a player of sorts on the international stage and forgets that his influential friends have either passed on or will no longer take his calls. I think he might be happier if he resigned himself to being an inconsequential old gent living in an English seaside town but that's my mentality not his and if his illusions keep him happy why question them? At least he's still alive And it's not an ignoble thing to embody Don Quixote.
By the way, I'm chalking that dream up as precognitive.
Feverish illnesses of the kind I've been passing through, cause the veil to thin. It's the upside of them- and one could almost wish for them to hang around longer. I had very sharp colourful dreams last night, not quite lucid, but still more "real" than "real" even though they didn't exactly hang together. In one there was a garden enclosure that was all mine and full of trees and ever so lush grass, in another a nice little boy was asking me the meaning of the word "Hilversum" on the display of an oldtime transistor radio and in the third "we" were perfecting some sort of magical acrobatic trick involving eggs under the supervision of Ailz's mother- who was being much nicer and sweeter than she ever was in life. The eggs would somehow become kittens and the kittens were to be given to the babies who were trundling wheelbarrows around. Also the broken eggshells would turn into flakes of beautifully patterned enamel. I think what we were actually doing was helping human souls reincarnate, but this may be an interpretation too far....
As it turned out he was still alive and had decided overnight that he can find new meaning in life by alerting the world to the dangers of of AI. He used to be a player of sorts on the international stage and forgets that his influential friends have either passed on or will no longer take his calls. I think he might be happier if he resigned himself to being an inconsequential old gent living in an English seaside town but that's my mentality not his and if his illusions keep him happy why question them? At least he's still alive And it's not an ignoble thing to embody Don Quixote.
By the way, I'm chalking that dream up as precognitive.
Feverish illnesses of the kind I've been passing through, cause the veil to thin. It's the upside of them- and one could almost wish for them to hang around longer. I had very sharp colourful dreams last night, not quite lucid, but still more "real" than "real" even though they didn't exactly hang together. In one there was a garden enclosure that was all mine and full of trees and ever so lush grass, in another a nice little boy was asking me the meaning of the word "Hilversum" on the display of an oldtime transistor radio and in the third "we" were perfecting some sort of magical acrobatic trick involving eggs under the supervision of Ailz's mother- who was being much nicer and sweeter than she ever was in life. The eggs would somehow become kittens and the kittens were to be given to the babies who were trundling wheelbarrows around. Also the broken eggshells would turn into flakes of beautifully patterned enamel. I think what we were actually doing was helping human souls reincarnate, but this may be an interpretation too far....
