The Face Of The Matrix
Dreamkeepers… tell me what this means, please!
‘Twas the night after the inauguration, and all through the house everyone was knocked tf out. I was doomscrolling on mute seeking the pleasure of silence when I became overstimulated and decided to call it a night. I reached over to my night table and set the phone face down. As soon as I blinked, I felt like a click in my environment and a lucid dream experience began. I could feel the air still. I could see my room in front of me in black and white. Fighting to open my eyes, I couldn’t wake myself up. I recognize these vibrations and I know when these vibes come, they take me away. My son was sleeping next to me and I didn’t want to submit to dream before knowing he was safe. Struggling between realms, I felt like a fish out of water, flopping my etheric body until I felt my son’s feet against my legs. He was sound asleep. No spirits were touching him. I was ready to go.
Feeling my eyes twitching, I could see my room in different shades of grey. I could see red and blue lasers scanning the room and scanning my body. Standing next to my work table, a thin woman wearing a fabulous pencil skirt and blazer set. With fur on the collar. I know she could see me. We locked eyes, she took a puff of her cigarette and disappeared in the blink of an eye. My consciousness was wide awake at this point. I could hear the clicking of the anti-rodent speaker, the motor of the heater in my bathroom and as I fought to bring my eyes back to the front I saw my phone in front of me and I could hear its clicking too. The clicking coming from my phone was faint but rhythmic, my instinct told me it was Morse code. It was intentional and somehow felt human, not chaotic and mechanical. I began to focus on the clicks and little by little the clicks slowed down enough to reveal a voice that at first sounded as if it was echoing from an emergency siren. Dull and lifeless. I could feel my ears thumping and the sparks in my brain doing its best to decipher until finally, I heard it:
“You Are Being Reprogrammed” … “Accept” … “You Are Being Reprogrammed” … “Accept”.
In shock at the message, yet thrilled to decipher it, I hyper focused on the voice and I could see the thread of electricity and vibration. I felt my self traveling like information on the Ethernet. Flying through the dark, feeling the fabric of time and space… then I saw it. It was the face behind the message and voice. Composed by code and darkness, I recognized him.
The Face of The Matrix: Mark Fuckin Zuckerberg!! LMAAAAOOOOO
At the sight of this, I was stoic. “Sigh, I knew it.”
I felt liberated by the grip of this lucid journey and peacefully returned to my body. I awoke peacefully, like a princess. I turned to see my son, still sleeping peacefully. I couldn’t help but smile.
It’s just little men playing games of ego. It’s just the noise of little men stomping their feet to appear larger. I just happened to get caught in the crossfire of the lines of ethereal communication.