Weird dreams

Date: 2/2/2021

I remember floating in an area that’s bluish and black, but its not a color I’ve seen before. I remember hearing the podcast bleeding in, I had taken a nap with my headphones on and was listening to Danish and O’Neill and they were talking about a criminal in Australia and Amanda woke me to see what time I wanted to get up. I woke up and went pee, but while peeing I felt something in the front of my head, like my forehead and like something was talking to me. I didn’t “hear” it, but felt it. Concepts and words being said to me like “constructs are a lie”, and something about floating between spaces in a better fashion. I woke up while peeing and felt the “pressure” in my forehead, like when you have something on the tip of your tongue you can’t quite bring forward, and you’re wracking your brain trying to remember. The blue and black is prolly inspired by Control and Polaris who speaks to Jesse, and this wasn’t influenced by the game. This isn’t connected to control at all, but it gave me a way of conception of the ideas of what was being sent to me. If anything it was a connection to how to get access to information I need I think. I’ve been having astral travels to a mountain that’s desert like in the far distance from Hearts Home, like in Arizona. There’s a pull off, really more like a part of the road that was cut out of the mountain for the road and someone leveled off the other side as a pull off. There’s a bonfire there, always burning, never growing smaller and there’s a few logs and benches and picnic tables, and there’s a lady there, always sitting at a table, the fire light reflecting off her face and she’s unknown. I don’t know her, and she seems to know me. I’m on a motorcycle, its my new mode of transportation in the astral and I’m unsure why all a sudden why it’s a racing motorcycle instead of the large black sedan like you’d see in the Batman animated series on FOX as a kid. But, as of right now, this is what’s going on. I have this… this line that keeps repeating in my head “constructs are a lie” and in psychology constructs are the simple ideas of the act of a concepts. Not the “law” of gravity, but the act of “seeing” it. IE: You display the Law of Gravity by dropping a bouncy ball on the floor. It isn’t the *act* of dropping the ball that is gravity but the construct of what gravity *is*. Construct refers to any complex psychological concept. Examples would be a person's motivation, anger, personality, intelligence, love, attachment, or fear. A Construct's height, weight or depth cannot be measured because constructs are not concrete materials in the visible world. We know how anger or love look, but we cannot describe in inches or pounds how much there is or where it starts and ends. See Construct Validity to find out how we can attempt to measure. Why am I hearing “constructs are a lie”? Why is it stuck in my head? I feel that there is something attached to this idea that keeps repeating in my head. Like I haven’t had something like this in a long time and I can’t seem to parse out what the hell is going on. Part of me says its just an effect of diving deep into Control, but part of me knows that I’ve been digging into the paranormal again, even in just podcast forms and thinking about it… and I did say “If I look into deeply, it’ll bring high strangeness.” My son has been experiencing knockings on his door, in the house. He heard a knocking and checked to see if there was someone there and nope, no one. He’s heard knocking on the window, the outside walls and interior walls. Instantly I knew that it wasn’t a ghost or djinn, and that its something a little weirder than normal. I asked around what time it was, but Boog didn’t know cause he was in the middle of his VR. I really don’t know if the two experiences are tied into each other but they feel like they are. The weird dream/contact and the knockings. He’s experienced them more than ever since we moved into here this time, in the last two years. I really don’t know how to quantify them, the events into being tied into each other… But my gut says they’re connected. I don’t know whats going on with the astral stuff, the motorcycle and the bonfire and the lady. I have gone on for long rides through the desert areas and it feels more like I’m trying to find space to be able come down from the hypervigilance that I’m constantly experiencing because of work.