Communist China, KPop and Kim Jong Un
Oct. 9th, 2022 12:16 pmWhen I was a child, I felt damned when I realised I was bound by the needs of the flesh, and everyday would be a never-ending repetition of excretion, food, water and sleep. I had no knowledge of loops one can experience under a psychedelic badtrip, yet it looked like one to my eyes (yes, I was an intense child (I'm on the dumb side nowadays). No wonder I developed an early taste for ancient civilisations, mythologies and astronomy, I was under the impression they held hidden knowledge about the universe. Good for me I have parents with shared interests who didn't tell me I should have other interests, like playing with car toys or whatever. I had the conspiracy life was a game played by aliens and I was a crypted character. I was fed up with life early on, asked aliens to game over and take me out of the game, but nooo, cretin aliens had to continue playing. Wonderful! Yes, imagine a mentally pissed off 7 year old at imaginary aliens. That was wee me).
As I told mum some days ago, all is maddening, save for dreams themselves. I'm looking forward to dream every night (the advantage of dreams is the instant ego-death, which is what allows me to roll with whatever presents itself in front of me, and lucid dream when I have the wits to. Psychedelics are scarier because of the conscious experience of the ego-death, but that's another topic for another day). Here is why:
I have an online friend from Hong Kong. Let's call him J. (It's real) I dreamt I went to Hong Kong to meet J. He and I took a plane to fly to Montréal and we had school work to do. There weren't enough seats on the plane, we had to hold onto hangers (just like in public transportation). It annoyed us because it meant we couldn't work on our assignments. The pilot forgot where Montréal was on the planet, so we landed in China. This China was communist under Stalin's rule. Its main economy came from its KPop industry. I called mum to tell her we weren't coming home.
J and I visited a few historical and patriotic monuments. It was like Tiananmen Square surrounded by skyscrapers, Soviet architecture and lotus-shaped neons. Most of China had Soviet architecture (though in my dream, I was in a major urban centre that I assumed was the entirety of the country). After a while, we found a classroom where we could study. Luck was so on our side we couldn't concentrate at all, as the room was occupied by Girls' Generation. They were practicing for their next liveshow, and they were training TWICE as well. The supervisor was Kim Jong Un.
As I told mum some days ago, all is maddening, save for dreams themselves. I'm looking forward to dream every night (the advantage of dreams is the instant ego-death, which is what allows me to roll with whatever presents itself in front of me, and lucid dream when I have the wits to. Psychedelics are scarier because of the conscious experience of the ego-death, but that's another topic for another day). Here is why:
I have an online friend from Hong Kong. Let's call him J. (It's real) I dreamt I went to Hong Kong to meet J. He and I took a plane to fly to Montréal and we had school work to do. There weren't enough seats on the plane, we had to hold onto hangers (just like in public transportation). It annoyed us because it meant we couldn't work on our assignments. The pilot forgot where Montréal was on the planet, so we landed in China. This China was communist under Stalin's rule. Its main economy came from its KPop industry. I called mum to tell her we weren't coming home.
J and I visited a few historical and patriotic monuments. It was like Tiananmen Square surrounded by skyscrapers, Soviet architecture and lotus-shaped neons. Most of China had Soviet architecture (though in my dream, I was in a major urban centre that I assumed was the entirety of the country). After a while, we found a classroom where we could study. Luck was so on our side we couldn't concentrate at all, as the room was occupied by Girls' Generation. They were practicing for their next liveshow, and they were training TWICE as well. The supervisor was Kim Jong Un.