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Originally posted by underground panther in th
I have really weird sleep habits,I am nocturnal for the most part, don't get tired until sun is rising.Sometimes I will be up for 24 hours or a little longer,and than go to sleep in the late evening that day and crash for like 10 hours.I rarely remember having dreams. If I do have them it has a surreal quality to it and is lucid or it is conveying information. I wake up and I'm ok Tired but awake.I get around 4 hours a night.Not including the occasional sleep marathons.
I often get suicidal thoughts because I want out of here,I know this planet is not my home, it feels like a jail.I have felt this way for years.. Also I see reality is really two realities overlapping each other.
I think existing in a juxtiposition of two separate and incompatible realities and being aware and consious is very hard on people not of here. I think this anticipation feeling has to do with the separation of these two realities.
I dunno why, I just don't like life here, I feel trapped. I am discomfited by this body,my mind,I seek to go back to my source.This world seems so wrong to me.It hurts to see the rampant cruelty and senslessness.Text 4Text bold
Originally posted by jackieps1975
Last night in particular left me with a strange feeling of 'crossing over' into another type of conciousness.
Not necessarily a bad thing but the tone of my dream was dark. A party with young girls (3) was going on and they were doing weird dances in which their limbs moved as human limbs cannot. One of the girls broke away to go play the piano and some of the adults present started to panic. When the girl began playing the piano, she was singing a song that developed into a type of chant (best way to describe it I guess). A person appeared next to her at the piano and she smashed this persons hand with a paper-weight, sufficiently mangling it. At that moment the "person" turned around, seemed to shrivel with age before my (dream) eyes, then some spirit (or conciousness) animated itself within the young girl at the piano, who started to distort and laugh in a maniacal fashion. The vibe was utterly disturbing (obviously). I wish I could explain this properly. The thing with dreams is that they make perfect sense until we try to express them in our 'normal' reality.
I shared this because I want to get a feel of what everyone else is experiencing as this progresses. Also, I am eager to find the common denominators between us.
Originally posted by jackieps1975 I just hope we don't have to die before we wake
I actually have developed a bit of a fear...not quite a phobia...just an unsettling feeling towards the sky.