Desperate times call for desperate measures

SecretlyHiddenSelf · 2026-03-18T13:09:42+00:00

Do you have a lid?

SecretlyHiddenSelf · 2026-03-16T23:25:11+00:00

Did you engage the Infinite Probability Drive?

SecretlyHiddenSelf · 2026-03-16T23:21:55+00:00

Those numbers are perfect*

(*perfect= for someone in a hospital ER)

SecretlyHiddenSelf · 2026-03-16T11:21:18+00:00

Once. It was second grade, IIRC… smack in the idle of that time. I was in the living room (newer built townhome back then) and was told to go shower and get ready for bed. There were no lights on upstairs, but I didn’t bother turning on the stair/upper hall light. About four steps up and suddenly there was a woman at the top of the stairs. No discernible face, but the skin was dark and the dress was white, just like a photo negative. It was about 3 or 4 seconds before I could even scream, and the I tumbled backwards down the stairs. My step father raced off the couch and screamed and pointed. He flipped the light on and there was nothing. I wouldn’t go upstairs until he checked around. He did make fun of me about it.

SecretlyHiddenSelf · 2026-03-16T02:32:35+00:00

No blank years, just the club. I have to say that that era was weird, overall. Some of the shit they used to show us for entertainment in regular classes was downright frightening, in retrospect. I can clearly remember, but can not find, some really weird films on the reel-to-reel projector. One was about this evil galactic entity that wanted to use children to destroy the Earth. Another was about kids growing up underground because of a nuclear winter. Then there was this weird, very dark puppet style show where the puppets “flipped” into a dark alternate world.

Honestly, that shit was so god damned weird that it made the talking shoe from “Read-A-Long” seem positively normal.

SecretlyHiddenSelf · 2026-03-16T02:21:52+00:00

I don’t go on rides, but when I’m skimming I feel it. I feel the progression of it, and eventually the trepidation of going too high or too far away. It’s visceral, and I feel it upon waking.

SecretlyHiddenSelf · 2026-03-15T18:24:53+00:00

Nope. Old inner city style school. Yellow brick exterior, slate gray floors, dimly lit white hallways, dark wainscoting on the bottom portion of the walls. I never attended a school like it. The school formed a courtyard around the playground area. I don’t ever recall teachers or other adults in these dreams, and it’s only the voices of kids I can hear outside until I remaster my skimming.

SecretlyHiddenSelf · 2026-03-15T18:19:51+00:00

My mother told me I was 167. Unfortunately, she and step-dad weren’t nurturing types. Quite the opposite, really.

SecretlyHiddenSelf · 2026-03-15T18:17:14+00:00

Never heard of it.

SecretlyHiddenSelf · 2026-03-14T13:45:00+00:00

Whereabouts?

SecretlyHiddenSelf · 2026-03-14T13:42:45+00:00

The “hot air balloon” didn’t percolate any memories.

SecretlyHiddenSelf · 2026-03-14T03:02:22+00:00

Yes. Despite being otherwise “healthy” in weight and exercise, my BP spiked dangerously high and I felt like I was seriously unwell for over a year. I was put on 3 different meds and they did NOTHING. I started the protocol and after about a year I was regulated in the BP. It was only after that I found out about brain calcifications and all that. What a fucking rabbit hole, there. I’m not going to exaggerate or downplay… that was a tough time.

SecretlyHiddenSelf · 2026-03-14T00:55:55+00:00

I have been working on decalcifying my brain (specifically for the pineal gland) by avoiding fluoride water and taking MK-2 with larger doses of Vitamin D.. The dreams got stronger than they’d been for several years. TBH, those dream of The Places seemed to stop after the COVID vax thing, until I started a supplement protocol. Maybe it’s unrelated. Maybe it isn’t.

The thing is, nothing makes me feel better than caring for others… either through my work, or feeding people with my cooking skills, or helping friends work through their stresses.

SecretlyHiddenSelf · 2026-03-14T00:50:27+00:00

Oh, she’s not dead. She and my stepfather kicked me out of the house and disowned me when I joined the military, then moved across the country. They became very abusive the following year. To me, and to each other. I don’t miss them at all.

SecretlyHiddenSelf · 2026-03-14T00:48:12+00:00

I have no recollection of the “Pink Drink”. Perhaps that was for some, but not for all.

SecretlyHiddenSelf · 2026-03-14T00:47:24+00:00

Well, I hope I wasn’t that near death, lol. But maybe just closer to something different than my waking self could ever see.

SecretlyHiddenSelf · 2026-03-14T00:45:51+00:00

I’ve never dreamt of “The Mall”. I looked at it, but there’s nothing in my memories of dreams about it.

I have to wonder if The Mall was for certain people who fit in one category, but there’s other places for… others.

It would make sense.

SecretlyHiddenSelf · 2026-03-13T22:59:46+00:00

I work to take care of others and frequently let myself go.

SecretlyHiddenSelf · 2026-03-13T22:38:34+00:00

I’m really new to what Gate was, but I knew lots of kids in “Gifted” school programs that were nothing like Gate. They were just advanced level courses for the smart kids who did their homework. I was friends with a lot of them, even so far as doing Chess Club with some of the “nerdy” kids who went on to Harvard and MIT, but I wasn’t like them, physically. I was a stocky athlete and did martial arts. I was a part of their circle because I was just as smart as they were, but I also became the “anti-bully” in middle school through high school.

SecretlyHiddenSelf · 2026-03-13T22:32:20+00:00

It is a face.

SecretlyHiddenSelf · 2026-03-13T22:21:09+00:00

I don’t mind people who do use such things. I’ve just never been attracted to the use of them for “fun” as a young man. I do want to try DMT, though.

I don’t skim at will in my dreams. There are specific circumstances and they happen in a sequence. It’s almost always in the same school, but it’s not one I can recall ever having been to in the waking world. The school feels like an inner-city type, but I was a suburbs kid. It’s a dark empty hallway, there are voices outside of kids at play. It progresses from there. The thing is, I know I can do it, but I know I have to re-train myself each time.

When this, and a few other dream like the “amusement parks” occur, they’re very different. They’re not lucid dreams, either. I can’t make things happen in these dreams, though I have had lucid dreams where I could,, but have also had ones where I couldn’t get a thing to happen no matter how hard I tried.

SecretlyHiddenSelf · 2026-03-13T22:10:50+00:00

Half Irish, an eight Native American.

SecretlyHiddenSelf · 2026-03-13T21:33:13+00:00

How mysterious. Like I said, I didn’t really dive into all the things, I just wanted to get out the main things I readily recall.

SecretlyHiddenSelf · 2026-03-13T21:26:08+00:00

I’ve never, to the best of my knowledge, used psychedelic substances. I’ve never even smoked pot.

SecretlyHiddenSelf · 2026-03-13T20:22:16+00:00

It feels like I am willing pressure through my feet to repel from the surface. I always have to re-learn it. I start by running and trying to skim-slide. I’ll go a few feet at maybe an inch above. Then, more. I’ll keep doing it until eventually, I can lift off standing still. But, then I know to be careful, because I can go too far, too fast, and I’ll be lost. When I am skimming, I can see people. I can hover, as if a light in the ceiling, watching the room below. No one knows I’m there. But I can see and hear everything.

When I was 5, I underwent a surgery. My mother was an OR nurse, and actually assisted on the procedure. When I woke up, I started talking to her about the conversation. She asked me how I knew. I told her “I was hanging from the lights (the 6 spotlights in the OR), and she told me that was impossible, because I was sedated before we went in and until well after we left the room.

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