This isn't the first time today I've been reminded of one of several sleeping dreams I had in the early morning hours today or late last night, last time I was asleep.
I decided now to make note because it reminds me of another theory I've had a for a while.
I have also found credible matches to this December 2006 television series and certain key points I made in my blog over a year earlier, back in the first couple months after I had started it, back before it got really interesting.
This tv series is one of two that reinforce a certain notion I've described before.
The story is not literal.
And it's compelling enough to cause a person to try to shape it into a system that explains the real world, at least, my real world.
However, as with The Booth at the End, what I suspect I'm seeing now is that reality is being shaped around me in this present time. Those stories never existed until *now*. They represent a line of success in my endeavours, possibly caused by some sort of team effort.
As for my sleeping dream early this morning, I had considered writing it up and posting it because it's a type of recurring dream. I have written before about how I should start a record of the number of people I saw myself killing by gunfire during my sleeping dreams. And this latest one was that type of recurring dream.
I was seeing everything through my eyes. I had a sense of self that seems welcome to me now. I was vaguely aware of foliage and forestation around me. Some of the details may have faded from my mind now or maybe not. What I remember most is that there was a structure that was very distant. From that structure, almost a sort of wall standing there, figures would appear as they walked clear into my sight from that structure. Then I was shooting a rifle at them. I was quite good at shooting that rifle. They were trying to rush me. I had a clear strategy in my mind of managing my ammunition. I didn't always empty a magazine before replacing it. I changed magazines several times. I could see clearly a magazine with three cartridges remaining in it and I placed it on some sort of shelf in front of me. When there was a pause in the figures appearing from that wall, I would take rifle cartridges from my pocket and reload the magazines.
I can't remember what happened after that. I might have got out of bed at that point, thinking I should get outside and ride my bicycle somewhere. Instead, I found more compelling information to work on almost all the waking hours today again.
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- posted by Kerry Burgess 5:19 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Monday 09/02/2019
