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Posted: Feb. 10 2009, 12:31 |
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I could exist in three places at the same time. I never wanted to wake up from that one. I was in a city on some other planet. Very Earth like, not much difference except there were two suns. The city looked like a futuristic city on Earth from a large budget sci fi movie, very lavish set. There were streets and buildings, very clean and neat, very few people. I went into a bar and sat and drank a beer while looking at several women seated together across the room. Then we all heard some strange noises from outside and ran out to see. I was standing on a corner at an intersection looking up at these perfectly shaped triangular, cube and spherical objects. All were spinning and were silver or gold. I could see through them and some were as low as 20-30 feet off the ground but filled the sky. Then I found three of myself standing on three separate spots roughly a mile from each other, observing this phenomenon from three perspectives(like all 1st person). Even inside the dream I was thinking "How can one human brain process this much visual data? It would be like having 3 sets of eyes and three brains all feeding the information to one brain". The objects were lovely and hummed. I watched them from 3 perspectives simultaneously in this city fascinated for several minutes until they flew/faded away. Once they were all gone there was only one edition of me(little Roxy Music reference there) left. And the one of me left was the one on a corner displaced a mile from where I started. So I started to walk back to where I was originally to ask questions about what had just happened and what could have displaced me a mile away. Then I woke up and thought "that was the best dream of my life, I want it back". I never got it back, but I'll remember it forever. That was about 3 years ago.
-------------- We raise our voices in the night Crying to heaven And will our voices be heard Or will they break Like the wind
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