Wonderful dreams. Wonderful.
Ending was that me and my dream crew was driving on this road and was stopping because there was another crew in the road. We watched them, from our fat 4x4 vehicle (they had a similar), their gang of about 6 peeps was handing out their emblem to us, kind on the premise of "us, or, against us". Anyways, we looked down on them from our perspective, in our own frat jackets, covered with our own cool textile badges, signifying our journey up until this point. We kindly said no thanks, with a gentle smile on these, who only had one patch, and to that, was forcing it on people.
Their patch was red with a strange cross as if you would merge the letter T with its inverted variant.
We were equal in amount of people but we were in our car and they were outside of theirs, standing in a half cresent on our right side, I sat in the passenger seat.
Their leader started getting upset, he couldn't accept that we rejected their patch. He looked on our gentle but confident faces, inside. He starts boiling with anger, it was thick, ostentatious and palpable. He was firing up his crew with remarks on our vehicle. His aura or feeling, was of an upset Japanese rich kid who got everything from parents and was super narcissistic and filled with rage.
So he remarked "look at your vehicle, how there is no armor, where are your offensive weapons? We have blue steel plating, almost jet blacked from the firing of our interior weapon systems."
He was picking a fight.
I am as serene as when I arrived. I knew he posed no danger. I had spent the previous eons in peace floating in lotus position, through dream scrapes of my sleep and his road block where only the latest to appear to me. Besides. Our car was crammed yo, we had guns too. We were just not flaunting them as this little padawan did. I knew and we, knew, we were the ones in safety, at rest, in our armored vessel.
Between our 4 fat wheels, the belly of our vehicle, looked like this more or like:
It's like a bash plate with round lids where mounted weapons are mounted on the inside of the fuselage.
I had previously dreamt I was at a cool party and I had had lots of extramarital sex. It was crazy, turns out in that the actual physical roles of our bodies, are that of vessels , for our consciousness, and can be lended to other beings when we don't use them.
So you could have sex with somebody's body while another being was occupying their exterior. Naturally by talk and being, you Know that the other character is there instead.
Got me thinking of the next, before writing the dream.
What if our species has a finite amount of archetypes, not in mind, but in appearance. Say that it's 22 billion or some other arbitrary large number. Then, at full capacity you could place everyone in a line, shoulder to shoulder, and you could scroll the gradient, like a 4-point color square and go through all visible variations. Would be cool to have as a catalogue. You would explain lookalikes, and the soul in one go.
Naturally epigenetics shape our appearance too. Adding Character.
Alright gonna head out.
. The plan was to go to Iceland, the outlaw of northern Europe, surely they would not have deported me back to Sweden which then would send me back to the front, I needed to seek some political asylum.
