The egg of conscious imagination: a nightmare

Date: 12/1/2017

I walk into my work and I️ see Deepak Chopra, we recognize each other and rejoice in joy and laughter as we get to work in one another’s company during the workday. I️ am Clint Eastwood and I️ approach a demonically possessed mansion in the dark. I️ approach the entrance and I️ am tested by a voice, “do you think you could possibly cross this wall?” Someone is in danger and I️ must rescue them, I️ see a opening high up the wall and I️ climb onto a pole and plan to launch myself up. I️ kept looking up, there is no way I️ could make this jump I️ felt. But I️ disregarded my fear and jumped anyways. I️ didn’t make where I️ planned to go but I️ got lucky and landed over the wall. There was a strange cat/octopus monster that I️ had wounded. I️ carried I️t though the unconscious haunted house of thorns and darkness and placed the monster, which was now my cat, inside a cryogenic freezing machine. Somehow, I️ knew this machine would heal the broken part of me. I️ was pulled and stretched apart, tortured and thrown apart by unseen forces. For a while I️ was just a random conjunction of miscellaneous objects and toy body parts scattered apart. My muscle was twisted like a D.N.A strand and the nerves were hit with a force impact. The last of me was just a toy leg that was on the ground and died with other legs. Sometime later I️ was embodied again and I️ was following my brother through dangerous paths, ups and downs and all sorts of wood panels and fences. We disobeyed physics for a while and I see him break open a window from the outside and jump in, I️ was falling behind. At the end of the course I️ was alone inside the final depths. I️ was far down an extremely dark vertical tunnel with another aspect of me. There was a dark Prometheus looking egg inside a spherical placeholder. There was a blue fluid that flowed through it. I️ was told by myself that this was the source of conscious imagination, and thus the source to existence itself. Without this, how could there be life and thought forms? So, myself puts a clean orange inside the machine and it starts to work, but I️t only produced a quality rating of “B”. Myself was not pleased with this and wanted more, so he picked up another orange which was dirtier and replaced the first one. Then disaster strikes, first a huge parasite worm comes out of the orange. I️ knew now this orange was bad and I️ was extremely worried. Then, roaches and various aggressive ant like insects flooded the orange, broke the machine, and devoured myself. “Great”, I️ think, as I️ stand there and look at the broken machine. I️ tried to burn the insects with a lighter but they would put themselves out, they were tough. I️ last remember pulling me and myself out of the dark vertical tunnel.