Hulia

I love the idea. But I am so much stuck in the image of myself, that I cannot think of anything else except Julia. I think like Julia, I act like Julia, I look like Julia. All Julias, I know, are just like me. Can you think of a name for me? The opposite of Julia? But not the male name please. Like all Julias I tend to be flirty and indiscreet Maybe Klara or Claudia ... It would be the opposite of Julia... It should be!

ah ok, I don´t know anything about golems... shouldn´t they be asked about consent? or is it their life purpose?

Ok, this is like raping a drunk. Or having sex with a drunk. Because drunks are typically as horny as..

If you think that the dream character has nothing to do with a real gym guy, than what is the point? You can do a standard masturbation looking at the picture of a porno actor or a gym guy or whosoever. You don´t need to be a Master. I thought the gag is to meet in astral with the other one.

How do you know? To be sure you have to ask the gym guy in the first place.

I don´t ask. We just fool around. It´s another kind of communication. The verbal part is secondary. I catch up on the verbal explanations when I am awake.

I don´t know. What is about the other side? Does the gym guy want to have sex with Zeroiseternity? If yes, does he want exactly this kind of sex? If not, shouldn´t it be qualified as a rape? With all the consequences which the law offers us. But what is about the proves? How to provide them?

Ok, this is actually what I wanted to suggest, but you were quicker. Human being is not equal human being. There are also males and females. It would make sense. At first experiment in astral and if you like it in a physical world.

@seeking_brilliance @zeroISinfinity I could understand if you both would have sex with some fanatstic creature in astral. It would be worth of going into astral. But with a human being? What is the point?

wander around aimlessly

It´s like learning to eat with the sticks instead of spoon and fork. I don´t know.. An additional skill, but so useless

@zeroISinfinity @seeking_brilliance Why bother about sex in astral if you can do it normally? You don´t need to be a Master for this. On the other hand you can experience the most phantastic and marvellous things which are possible only on the metaphysical levels. Why not to train and achieve mastery there?

Always these accusations. Why cannot 3rd world take responsibility and accept the truth: in the 1st place third world is exploited by OWN corrupted governments and not by the enemies OUTSIDE.

When I was a child I had 2 alarm clocks because the morning sleep is the sweetest sleep. The main alarm clock had a rocket motor. Not only he made the most strange and penetrating noises, he fiercely jumped throughout my desk and fell at the end continuing noisy shivering on the floor. Then the other one joined. I woke up but stayed for a while in bed. And then very often I began to dream that I get up, put on my clothes, wash my face, go into the kitchen, have my breakfast and then just before leaving for the shool I wake up again. It was so strange every time, because it was so real.

Hello from Russia, can you give an example? I don´t understand, how spending money on myself should make the world the better place?

@Hello from Russia $20k per month in yourself??? It means I have to do shopping almost all the time! I am too lazy for this. If I had millions on my account I would lay on sofa, read books and drink tea, and do yoga inbetween much more than I do presently. I would probably desocialize completely. So maybe it´s ok that I have to earn my living - I don´t loose contact to other people, to the outside world. Monday will come and with it all the voices in my headset.

This is exactly what I dreamed many times some years ago (if you are inerested know). Me and my husband looking for a house to buy. It was actually one we've looked at before in a previous dream, and I always love when I can revisit dream locations. The house was really run down. It was always rather big house (I wondered every time in my dream, why to buy such a big house) in the middle of nowhere. A big house with a lot of bedrooms. I went from one bedroom to another, till I noticed a creepy presence of ghosts and then I left. Sometimes there was also another type of house in my dreams repeatedly. A house that somehow already belonged to my or to somebody who belonged to me. It was a rather small house at the end of the street, the last one. With a round living room. Wooden walls and a window which was overlooking some kind of water: a pond, a lake, a river.

Tell this the people of Hongkong..

@seeking_brilliance 3rd eye? And the 4th one for the symmetry!

Maybe it´s because you sceretly wish a tatoo for yourself? Why not to make a beautiful one on the source of your intuition? I judge the dog owners. Why do they bring these terrible beasts with big teeth and course voice into proximity of peolple, especialy the peaceful ones like me? The dogs are for me the very ifea of aggression. Aggression for the sake of aggression.

Because it´s against the Zeitgeist. Our world is getting interconnected as it has never been before. This is where the development goes to with all the advantages and disadvantages, whether we want it or not. THe best thing to do is to direct this flow into the right channel and not try to stop it. It won´t work in the same way as you cannot return into the past. The more resistance the more proplems.

@Vision Where do you think he should move to? Something Scandinavian? Norway? Denmark?

I dreamt, I was in my native city. I was trying to take a bus. But there was a crowd of people and they all were in a hurry. A bus driver too. All of them were so hectic and earnest. I thought: It´s not so important for me to take this bus as it seems for them. I´ll walk! It was a pleasant southern summer evening with a pink sky above me. I´ll walk the main street up to the university as I did a lot of times, when I was young, and try to enjoy the walk as I did back then. So I walked the street. It was empty: no people, no traffic. Simultaneously I took part at the online meeting at work. They were discussing the old time, the knights and such stuff. Suddenly my boss asked me, what was my opinion on Lancerot, was he real? - I think so, the name sounds familiar to me. But it was so long ago that I learned history. I cannot be quite sure. I was a little unnerved: why don´t they ask me something that is more relevant for our work, these management-freaks? I registered once more, that the street was empty and it was getting darker. Suddenly it struck me: Curfew! That´s why they all were in hurry and so earnest. It was crazy of me to think about enjoying the walk at this time at this city! I still had time till 22:00 o´clock, but there were no buses around to take. I walked quicker. What if I meet a soldier, a warrior? They should be everywhere here. They´ll see at my face, how much I hate them and they won´t like me either. You don’t want somebody with a gun not to like you, do you? I was overwhelmed by panic. This panic caused the space to bend. I saw from above, how the parallel streets meet in one point. In the point where I was. I looked around and I saw no city any more. I saw everywhere the heaps of black soil (or coal?) with the ponds in between. It was like a maze. I could only walk on the narrow strings of soil (or coal) between the multiple water ponds. Without any direction. Later I was standing in front of a wide river, which flows through my other native city. Somebody told me, that the water is retreating, the river is not as wide as it used to be. So what, - I thought, - it is still wider than it used to be, before the water power plant was built.

Sometimes I had the same dreams as my daughter, not exactly the same but they consisted of the same elements. For example I dreamt about motorcyclist and she too. But this motorcyclist did different things in our dreams. How did I notice it? I dreamt sometimes that I play with her friends - small children So I began to ask her what she dreamt about. But now it´s over, she is big and won´t tell me.

Today I hadn´t to recall to recall my dream. It came up effortlessly. It was still boring about the work and the colleagues. But! There were colors in it and some beautiful scenes. Poplar fluffs flying against the window of accounting department. The accountants were as pleased as me with the view. Someone´s voice told me: They are not the accountants, they are the book keepers. Was this nagging an awkward birth of a guide?