It’s like I’m reliving my entire life but from a different perspective. There is something like a definite ‘goal’ that I’m working towards but this is elusive. I’m in school being highly trained from a young age. This is all a blur of course. Time is compressed like the end of Dark City, when John Murdoch relives his life after being implanted with his ‘true’ memories that also train him to attack the soulless parasite aliens who are trying to steal his life force. Everything is highly idealized –– I’m living the life of the angel that rules me –– my energy body. Consciousness is a snare separating my perception from everything else. The phantasms of the grosser fields subjugate the demon decoder receptor wave. Hoarded by a glass casket, the angel annihilator of a hybrid mind in ghastly orbit mediates a penumbra. I will not wait for a flaming obelisk to thank me –– to solve the riddle of my past.
When I reach maturity, age ~18, I am loaded into a canon on a launch pad and shot into the sky. In the sky are coils of black and blue. The blue is like electric ether. The black is thick and ropey. This shaded dimensional whirlwind creates a double helix –– a warp zone into a planetary haze where the holographic fabric of consciousness melts into the signature of the unknown. Then I land on an alien planet. There are black horses that are made of wood or something. Plasmatic obsidian horses but like alien fauna or the primordial beasts of Sumerian myth. Basically I’m trampled by these alien horses in a field. I’m not even in pain. I feel nothing. Where the ground is and what it looks like is a swirl of dust and smoke. Then I’m grounded into oblivion –– grounded into the separate reality hidden by the clear echo of slumber.