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Decided to fight my sense of self importance.
Read a lot of prescriptions.
Like walking the iron around the house when there are a lot of people in the yard.
Nah, that don't work for me. They'll think I'm some kind of fool...
I can't seem to get a sense of myself in the dream.
I only realize I was dreaming when I wake up.
When I'm asleep, I take everything at face value.
Even stupid things seem to take for granted.
I've been reading Castaneda. He writes that you have to see your hands in your dreams. That man's a freak.
How am I supposed to see my hands there if I don't know it's a dream?
Got Teun Marez's book. It's full of terms, it's confusing.
If you cut out all that terminology, you're left with two things.
The first is that Teun Marez is much cooler than Castaneda, and the second is that you really need to buy the rest of Teun Marez's books.
Andreyka told a joke. Teun Marez came to Russia, went to a magic bookstore and all the shelves were full of his books.
He got so happy, put on his hairdo and asked the shop assistant: "Where are the books of other warriors?
And the saleswoman said: "The customers take them all at once.
I had a strange dream today.
I was walking down a street and there was writing on the fence in huge letters - THIS IS YOUR SONG!
I can't believe I'm dreaming such nonsense...
I spent the whole day wondering if I was indulging in indulgence or not.
I've come to the conclusion that I don't think so.
I read somewhere that "It'll pass". I got upset.
A charade suddenly occurred to me:
All or nothing! Win or die! Zero or one! Yin or Yang!
Tried controlling the intention.
I read a definition -
"Intention is the unrelenting and all-consuming expectation of a clearly articulated event, in the absence of any doubt about the need to receive it.
Again I thought long and hard about what to wish for.
Nothing came to mind. Forget the intention.
I had that nasty dream again.
Some jerk is chasing me for the third night and yelling that it's a dream and that I should look at my hands.
I'm sick of it!!!