The Dawn of R.E.M

The Dawn of R.E.M

Dreams Reflect
The Activity
Found In Your
Waking Life
The Riddle is
Unlocked by
Connecting Those
Loose Dots
Scattered Throughout Your Daily Life
Don’t Be Afraid To Intend For A Dream
And To Write Down The Symbols Found
A dREaM Journal Is Your Secret Elixir

 

 

This video is about the power of dreams and what can be learned from them. There’s a lot of distractions but life can take a whole new meaning in a dREaM.

R = Rapid

E = Eye

M = Movement

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Absorbed Massacre

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DREAM EARLIER TODAY: I woke up to one of those absorbed massacres! Apparently, I went to a library late at night and while on the computer I placed my bag on the floor. While getting ready to leave, the dude sitting next to me, tried to steal everything from my bag. So as I stood up, and called him out on it, he gave me back everything he hid under his TALL-T. When I commanded every one of my items, he angrily obliged. So I placed everything back in my backpack after I double checked, I then proceeded to walk out in frustration. I slammed the door. Suddenly, I heard various alarm sounds and a voice came from the speakers, to kill me. So I ran out and looked earnestly for a way of escape. There was an ocean hanging from the mountains, I prepared myself as I ran with force and soared across the oasis. I started to fly and everything that was in my bag seemed to not matter at all.

So I guess the question is, would I allow him to steal my items to avoid being murdered? I am glad, I ran out with my things because it taught me I was able to fly.

AHH! DREAMS. They come to you like this sometimes!

What a revelation!

I was locked up in a cell of demonic whispers and conclusions. I went out to evaluate the multitude of vehicles, noticing each of them had their lights on. The rain dropped easily on my clothes; as to remind me of my sense of life. Suddenly, I heard a very dark voice calling my name. I didn’t want to look back and drive into safety. Instead, I opened the door and saw a large flower which then taunted me, before swallowing me whole. I then screamed for mercy! Eventually, I was thrown up and taken to a door where I was able to see through a small hole – a mass congregation.┬áThe kingdom of my being has been called counterfeit. Its knowledge is counted as illusions and conditioned manifestations of tradition. Like a bird I have soared over daylight to find food for my children; to remember the nest which carries them. The pictures of flight and the freedom it brings; takes stagnation by a grip and chokes it.

Unreconciled Volumes

I read and I heard, the voice coming from the distant land of emotion. When we clearly focus on the hurt and vehement challenges of repentance, the altar becomes welcoming. It’s almost like we predicted the mention of disgust to determine our flow and our design, over and over again.I am listening. Your voice comes in and takes me by its true intent of meaning and passion. We respect the doings of our anticipation, and we describe our details of heights and depths due to the fortitude of what we know.

The movement of lips describes a notion of sincerity. The reconciliation of projected and professed convictions will establish the flaming need for counsel. As the leaves of unreconciled shadows are displayed upon the sidewalk we constantly walk, when will the volume of these motions come together?

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Summarized Notion Of Thought: We are in love and we’re drunk to the toxic formulas of passions and lusts. Now when you become innocuous to the extreme volumes of vain pursuits – you are then above the limit!