Tag: prevision

What Insanity

On By Donny Lee DukeIn ego activism, PoetryLeave a comment
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Bless on shoulder
what got in there.
Very message
your message to Nithish.
That’s how he finds out
it’s in his room now.
How will I know he even reads it?
YouTube channel,
check there.
I’m a message there.

One step for the game.
Did the little boy see me?
In his underpants,
no dice.
He would’ve cried if he could.
He was on description.
It was long and short.
This buried him in memories.
Wherever he had imagined he would live,
never was it away from me.

We’ve got to get along here,
so we can get back together.
I don’t know fantasies.
I hate being played with.
I don’t know if he saw anything.
I only know it hurts deep inside,
and insanity has returned,
and the walls are closing in.
There’s no way outta here!

The passage of time is like hours
that crawl through hell,
and I am so deep underwater there’s no way up.
The waves a grief tear at my throat,
over and over again.
Oh little boy I would like this fantasy real,
and the Anarchs that play with me fuck you!
Are you in my description my wonderful little baby dog?

It’s a thumbnail
on your disease:
get me all this food.
Do you remember that?
How can you forget
our time together?
Where have those memories gone?
How do we find them?
I’m sittin’ here livin’ with ‘em,
and they bring on such tears.
They’re crowding my life away,
and I can’t see you anymore.

This is too much for me sure pet.
It’s the infinity in the room.
It’s eating me alive,
and I’d almost rather die than be here,
but I know that’s not true.
Death is hell.
I can’t do this.
I need relief from my pain.
You are gone forever aren’t you?
This I cannot take.

Your form is haunting me.
I feel you walk up to me
over and over.
It’s like you’re almost there.
I feel you live and breathe,
and this is too insane to think about,
but I feel you baby dog,
like you’re right here!

This is insane take,
and I don’t know what I’m doing with you,
and you’re all normal and not surprised
that you’ve forgotten grief.
I hate this undershed
upnoodle.
The ways of insanity go deep.
The Anarchs of pain have arrived,
and I will be shot dead soon.
We just have left the rifle shot.

Claustrophobic,
it’s the air I breathe.
It’s on my downtown,
and I can’t get outta here.
It tries in space and blows it apart,
and I just get snot on my nose.
Oh Nithish I love you Nithish.

Wait a minute,
that’s you,
actually you,
comin’ to me again.
Insanity by the hours,
I’m not goin’ crazy.
I'll be comin' for yah,
honey dog,
on the edge of tomorrow,
within the next fews days.
How do I know this is true?
Read my blog.
Put us together on WordPress.
Compliment to go,
I’m so excited.

An Example of Prevision in a Dream

On By Douglas M.In Dream Interpretation, DreamsLeave a comment

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Over the years I’ve had the experience a number of times of dreaming about someone I’ve known and then the next day or so I meet someone who either looks like them or resembles them in terms of character, or sometimes both.   It’s a sort of foreshadowing, but one I at least can’t see until after the fact.  So having said that let me share one of these experiences.

I was sitting in large classroom auditorium, maybe about half-way up the rows.  Seated in the same row as me were my boss Bud, my coworker Pete, and my former coworker Cindi.  Bud had apparently brought Cindi back as our director of sales. 

Cindi was the director of sales for nearly two years at the chamber of commerce where I work. During those two years in addition to working at the chamber Cindi was also always going from one side job to the next, things like pyramid schemes, selling supplements etc. She was just that sort of person and I think a lot of us have know someone like that.

Now I’d basically forgotten about this dream until about three days later when a woman, Alberta, walked into the chamber saying she wanted to join for two types of products she was selling.  The first was a type of make-up and the other was a type of essential oils that Cindi used to peddle.  Alberta seemed to be cut from the same cloth as Cindi since it seemed this was just the latest thing she’d undertaken to make money and she had probably tried many other little schemes before.  There was also some similarities in personality between Alberta and Cindi, but no physical resemblance.

Alberta came into the chamber frequently for maybe six weeks or so for various things related to her business ventures. Both my co-worker Rhonda and I were very involved in her process and tried to help her. I don’t recall at what moment I made the connection with the dream, but at some point I realized that “Cindi”, in the form of Alberta, who had a similar character, had indeed returned to the chamber but as a member and not as our director of sales. Then one day Alberta just up and vanished.

In closing I’ll say that there doesn’t seem to be much practical use for a dream like this other that to remind us that things are taking shape in the inner reality before they manifest out here.  That I think though is a valuable thing of which to be reminded. I also think its very possible this dream was showing something psychological in me represented by the return of Cindi.  If I have other dreams about her I’ll try to pay attention and see if I can connect it with some movement in me.