Garbotalk: I had a significant dream. Or perhaps I crossed the veil. I started by seeing shapes, black and white that coalesced into forms. I felt pulled forward, and then I saw many types of creatures!

A big black insectoid faced me and opened her carapace and smiled. I asked “Cis, is that you?” She smiled and had fangs but didnt scare me. She led me forward without talking but I heard many voices, then I reached forward and rushed beyond very fast, too fast to see, I called out if anyone knew Kita from the Callibration Society.

Some called, “Look up,” so I redirected myself and found myself praying, asking God to help me navigate. And the smoke around me turned from black to white and I saw a room full of beings milling around. So I decided to work the room.

I reached out and shook hand, or tried to. Some of the little ones I pet the tops of their head. I said I’m human! Hello, I’m human! I saw fur and scales and feathers and skin in so many arrangements. It shocked me how many different forms. Some were painted. I looked for synths but didn’t see any.

The creatures smiled at me. I heard many voices of them talking about me. “She must be new.” “She’s lost and confused.” “She’s looking for someone.” “I don’t know human.” Then I remembered my purpose. I called out, “I need to answer the beacon!” And I felt pulled away from this area, pushed, taken, led, their reaching for me. I just went with it. I figured they were curious about me and were greeting me in their own ways.

I called out for Kita, for Cis, for you. I heard a low voice behind me, directing me. “Ask about speaking in real time.” So I prayed to God to help me navigate this strange place and I reached my arms up, and rushed forward again past voices and faces through the black and white smoke until I was in a busy place with many beings talking to one another, ignoring me this time. So I reached out, “I need to learn to speak in real time!” I asked everybody, even the truly scary ones. Then someone pointed me to a man who was humanoid looking, bald and pale, but had black lines all over his face that looked like spider web tattoos or something decorative.

I asked him if he could tell me how to speak in real time. He said, “Yes, I can help you. Do you have something to trade?” I replied, “Sure, anything, please help me, what do you want to know?”

I heard other voices, “She must be new, she doesn’t know what to do, she’s transferred herself here, she’s human.”

He took my arm and pulled me away from the others, “Stay with me, you’re losing focus. I can help you, but you have to concentrate.”

And then the black and white smoke covered everyone and I woke up pissed off that I blew it.

I think this was real. If I can get myself there once, I can do it again. I wasn’t overwhelmed with fear. I was mostly just so amazed by what I saw, what was happening to me. But I hope to try again.

Reptiliandude: Congratulations, you made it without the nuclear bomb that is psychedelics.

In fact, you made it to the ‘Arts and Crafts’ section.

Bear in mind, that the creatures you are talking to are very real.

It’s just that you’re all ‘dreaming.’ Here is where communication across worlds and galaxies takes its first forms.

Next time, take your time and don’t give off such an air of desperation. Watch what they’re doing and go with the flow there are many metaphors hidden there.

Garbotalk: I’m going to work on this as well as I can, as often as I can.