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Entry 3; Dream #1
In the background of the first dream, in the room to the right lay a darkened figure. around him appeared to be air-bending beings performing some aerokinetic motions. Held there by blankets of wires from lung supporting technology. As I walked closer, I realized this to be the darkest dream I had ever experienced, and my stomach dropped to the floor as soon as I realized whose eyes were peering at me from the hospital bed: Aang; The Last Air-bender.
That’s when I heard a voice from behind me.
‘This is what Aerokinesis does to your body…’
This voice was dark, ominous, fluently composed, and it caused me to wake near instantaneously.
Entry 4; Dream #2
The next dream I’m logging into this journal, I regard as one step closer to my attempt at contact with extra-terrestrial beings via meditation. While the dream left me holding a fruitless basket, I imagine I may dabble with these meditations more later. In the dream I found myself with another TV Show character in a familiar hotel I recalled from my childhood. Beside the television stood a live, healthy Clark Kent speaking to me. Despite the dream and its reference to television, the relevance of a hopeful demeanor still pulled inside of me, so I’ll note the Meditation below.
Note 1;
CE5 (Close Encounters of the Fifth Kind) Extraterrestrial contact meditation;(YouTube.com).
Note 2;
I don’t remember much more from this dream except seeing Kent.
Note 3;
It’s my assumption that we had a conversation regarding training. If we did, I don’t remember it…
Note 4;
I stopped the CE5 Meditation after this dream.
Note 5;
will continue the log regarding CE5 as soon as I attempt more contact.
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An interesting thought.