"Threads of Light, Winds of Change"
Last night, I stood in the middle of the Festival of Lights, in the cold wind, looking up at the sky. Too cloudy to see the moon. The wind was sharp at moments, whipping up long ago fallen brown leaves. Occasionally, I would see glimpses of the moon, like a crystalline veil being pulled across the sky. "What do you think about these drone sightings?" I continued to ask people. It is interesting because it is dream memory triggering me. This was one of the repeating dreams I have had of "End of World" scenarios. The one with the black spaceships, and a crew trying to get out of here. In the dream, I was running from building to building, with a military gun. This was combat. And there was a wolf running with us, the crew. In the dream I was questioning if this was a simulation event. I was looking for signs. This felt real and I had to get to the ship. Many dreams I have had around this scenario, like the others, a whole different life. A reincarnation or an incarna...
