The dream where I was a version of myself who could not perceive myself to be.
I was able to be supraunity-conscious, rather than self-conscious.
I was not, as a self, conscious of who I was. I was part of a larger knowing.
I was lucid as if I was playing a game. My free spirit was free.
I was unlike any other energy that surrounded me. I felt supported in my eccentricities, loved, able to do as I pleased, celebrated for my uniqueness, and my quirky, 'off-beat' ways.
Nobody stared at me or made me feel different in any way. It felt like how it does in my imagination. I was free to create; no such thing as a mistake.
It felt like I was in love.
I remember I was skipping down a hallway, like in high school, lockers lined the walls, and students milled about and went along their way, and I was this pure, unrestrained joy, dancing or flying or weaving in and out of myself as an expression of light energy.
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I am a version of myself who can not perceive myself to be.
I am supraunity-conscious, rather than self-conscious.
I am not, as a self, conscious of who I am. I am part of a larger knowing.
I am lucid as if I am playing a game. My free spirit is free.
I am unlike any other energy that surrounds me. I feel supported in my eccentricities, loved, able to do as I please, celebrated for my uniqueness, and my quirky, 'off-beat' ways.
Nobody stares at me or makes me feel different in any way. It feels like how it does in my imagination. I am free to create; no such thing as a mistake.
I am love.
Skipping down a hallway, like in high school, lockers line the walls, and students mill about and go along their way, and I am pure, unrestrained joy, dancing or flying or weaving in and out of myself as an expression of light energy.