Alright. I WAS writing my draft to growing cannabis day whatever, because let's face it, I got other shit to write about too that's not just about cannabis or anarchy, but those damn dreams.
Anyone ever have frequently reoccurring dreams of the same place that once gave you so much fear, but now your a frequent visitor?
I keep dreaming of being inside my childhood home. The place where it all started. The lucid dreams at age 7 or 8.
It started when I passed out after seeing a grey. Very tall. Skinny. In my room. Peaking his head around the corner. No one was with me. When I came too I had lost memory of what happened and was laying in my bed where I had once been at first in the living room. No recollection of what happened. Till the next day.
That very night when I went to sleep.
Sleep paralysis.
I was floating way over my bed. I couldn't speak. I could only think. I was on the top bunk. And there was something dark and slender standing next to me. His entity was that of a black hole, sucking the essence from my body, from my side.
It lasted for what felt like an hour. Finally I felt the strength to ask with my mind powers I guess, who are you?
In a deep voice that shook my soul. Unlike I ever heard. And most certainly not from me. Did I hear the words.
PINK EYE
Blackness creeped in, I was lost in bliss as it finally ended. I have woken up. And it was dark still. I looked around and nothing was there. I was scared shitless. I looked below me and saw my brother sleeping. We're were in bunk beds. I layed there still. Not moving. Till I fell asleep again.
Morning. It's the summer time. No school. I quickly got out of bed. Left the room. The last place I want to be in. And yet left without a choice but to go back that night again.
Without eating breakfast, I went outside on the swings. And swung. And swung. And swung. And swung.
Recently. I been having dreams of getting hands offered me by what appears to be close relatives. They say come on let's do yatta yatta blah blah. And then when walls are forming ñ. And a room is seen. I suddenly realize what it is I am seeing. I am back in that house. And I look back at the room that once was mine. And I'm thinking what the hell am I doing here. I try to leave but everytime I take a step towards the door, I feel a strong pull back. I'm suddenly struggling to move my feet. It feels like I'm walking through heavy liquid. Mud or quick sand. But I muster the will and fly out. Through the wall but I know it's an illusion. And I fly. Through power lines and continue on to the city. Feeling astral wind around me. I feel at ease again.
I wake up once I am far enough away.
I feel like it and me are binary stars. Where once in a while, we have to meet again regardless.
This is a "once in a lifetime lottery". So don't dump your coins or you won't get the votes from or my fellow mates. Though I don't want to refrain from giving out votes, there's plenty out there who who can get it.
Hive was priced at 4 dollars once. Do the math, how much will that be when it's 10 20 50?
I don't know how long this game will last. Could be going forever.
So here is something you can do if your consideration is for investing in hive. 15% of your income, invest it in something. Something sound. Take a percentage of that 15% of your weekly or monthly or annual income and, let's say .5 or 3% it's your choice, then invest it in hive while it's in the most likely last dip this chain will see at these prices. Power it up, look for services that make your hive power work for you.
That is all.
Peace
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