I’m poor as hell, my house is cold and filled with holes in the ceiling. I have no shower and whenever I have to clean myself I have to boil water and mix it with cold water in a bucket. This is very uncomfortable and basically just sucks, especially in autumn/winter.

Back when I meditated like half an hour daily and purposefully did lots of stuff to make my dreams more vivid I had TONS of these and I have many of them saved in a dream diary.

A dream I think about a lot was a continuation dream of sorts. I’m in school and I remember all the lore from this school that doesnt really exist, except at one point the dream becomes a lucid dream. When this happens all the dream people notice I know I’m in a dream and they go “fuck it, lets drop the act and just chill” and they start talking to me about other dreams they’ve been in and “characters” they’ve “played” in them and how they like performing in the school setting and stuff like that. Waking up from that shit felt SO crazy to me.

Salvador Allende tried the peaceful democratic way and all he got was sabotage and a coup that got him killed. Violence isnt an option anyone wants to take or likes, but the only option available.