Etherica Multitaskum

Vision 1)\r\n\r\nFelix 1/Felix 2 ???!???\r\nI was standing as a witness to an alleyway on a sunny day, watching the most animated bird flitting & bobbing along the top of a high wooden fence. When Felix the cat appeared…stalking the bird. The whole thing was overly vivid, overly animated. I”ve had my fair share of actual animated dreams, but this wasn”t cartoon. Although, I was intrigued to the point that it should have been. Felix was beautiful…human size (I kept attempting to ascertain whether it was a costume, but it obviously was not), starkly black & white, not a hair out of place…fit, ready, able…alert. The bird was this ball of excited energy, darting, playing with Felix…in this stimulating dance that appeared to complete them both. Give them purpose……and they just kept going along like that down the length of the fence…having a grand time.\r\n\r\nThen suddenly there appeared in the background another cat; another Felix.(This gave sudden depth to the vision that wasn”t there before)…as far as i could see there was one fence after another, lined up parallel into the distance. The second Felix was gray & white & slightly less animated. Thoughts popped into mind as a “xerox” to the original almost…as it mirrored every movement & was spying/stalking the same bird.\r\n\r\nThere was a single moment when both cats realized one another, and a definite energy shift occurred & with it the bird became something else…a thing to be seized/captured/owned. and maybe it had to do with the sudden intense focus on the small creature, but it flashed, exploded almost, and was gone…leaving a small hole in the atmosphere that shrunk quickly back to the original picture minus bird (?!?).\r\n\r\nThen a phrase appeared under the entire scene, which read…“This is insanity I say”.\r\n\r\nVision 2)\r\nThe Guard (grrrd?!?)\r\nVideo Taped (Blair Witch style)…Trapped, imprisoned.\r\n\r\nA man shackled in a cave somewhere. deep it felt. typical chamber (of secrets?!?) dungeon (& dragons?!?) He was standing (as if in front of a video camera, but there wasn”t one) going on and on about these people who had captured him. Describing them. Kept saying they had no collar bones. Kept going on about their shoulders, but he wasn”t saying anything about they”d done to him. tortured him?!? brain-washed him?!? Nothing. Just going about the physicality of them. At first he was whispering…then a few minutes into it he”s speaking at an average decibel, edging towards yelling. There was so much enthusiasm in his voice. Journalistic…as if the ”better” he described it…the more we/i could “be there” with him.\r\nHe was so wrapped up in the ”situation”. Then behind him, descending down a rail-less, stone staircase came The Grrrd. They looked like monks to me. Guys in brown, heavily textured robes. They all looked him strangely as they passed by in precession; hardly giving him any notice, save one who lingered for a moment…looking almost ”confused” by his presence.\r\n\r\nIt should be noted that while I was experiencing vision (dream) #1, I was also getting small clips of vision (dream) #2 in between. I was witnessing both simultaneously, and while that was going on…in the background Tina Turner was singing “Letting Go”…\r\n”I don’t care who’s wrong or right…I don’t really wanna fight no more (too much talking babe). Let’s sleep on it tonight…I don’t really wanna fight no more (this is time for letting go).\r\n\r\nThoughts now (upon waking):\r\n\r\nthe strange idea that the cats needed one another to manifest the bird? a collaborative energy manifestation in the density of this current reality illusion. (that singular manifestation at this time is not feasible). “but”…upon noticing one another…something in their in(ner)securities…something competitive & distracting\r\nceased the unconscious effort at creating what they both desired. replacing it with “self-consciousness” and concern for exterior probabilities.\r\n(if any of that makes any sense :?)\r\n\r\nthe guy in the dungeon was placing himself into a situation where he could feel trapped, and play to the sympathies of whoever it was that might come along to witness the whole event. if no one came along he was somehow able to satisfy himself with his own feelings about the situation (masturbatory mentality). he was enslaved to his own beliefs for entertainment purposes.\r\n???\r\n\r\nalso thinking about how the when someone speaks about dreams or vision it seems to come across in ”manageable” size. like a book page, magazine cover, television or monitor screen size. (conspiracy?!?) dreams & visions are boundless. they”re entire landscapes that go on forever…much like the one we live in now. and although it”s possible for someone to describe a dream in great detail…one is never able to convey the expanse of the vision. why is that?!? why do we consistently narrow our scope of things? bcuz we owe our experiences most to books, television & internet?!?

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