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Criss Angel is wicked.

I have to go see one of those stage performances...they're so surreal...

I don't understand certain things however...like last night on Sci Fi they showed him defying gravity out of nowhere on a street corner...walking up a wall...he says some of his stuff is part of the body/spirit/mind connection and some is illusion...

I don't think it's possible to create an invisible illusion out in the middle of a populated street corner where someone could walk over and start walking up the wall.

Maybe i'm wrong though.


If he really can levitate and defy gravity why doesn't he go see that one guy in (london, i think?) that will pay a million dollars to anyone who can proove something that doesn't have a scientific basis? (psychokinetics, pyrokinetics, cryokinetics, ect.)

Many questions asked.

He's probably already so rich he doesn't care and he doesn't want the world to ever figure out what's illusion and what's not.

Though there seems to be this trend, even in legends, that the master never teaches everything he knows to the student. If he let people know things were possible, then wouldn't that sacrifice his ability to make people stare in awe...why sacrifice your place with power while the rest of the world is left powerless...those people with power and unwilling to share it are fools...

Anyway, i've probably thought about this way too much.

Blessed be all. Hope you had a great samhain.

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This dream was totally insane.

Beyond anything I have ever seen, this dream seemed insane to me.

First of all, i don't know what the hell was going on (the same as the last time i had one of these 'weird' dreams) I was going to someone's house I had never been too (But i had forgotten I was going, because I had been awake at my house before i fell asleep...get my drift?)

So I was at this house...I hadn't toked anything, i hadn't been drugged, nothing, but that's the way i felt.

I felt totally disoriented, like the last one. This leads me to believe the possibility my dreams are being held closer to the astral dream pools rather than more inside my head (And for more reasons as well)

Shit was levitating wherever i went. It was like my mere presence, my mere thought activity, was forcing things to do that which is supposedly impossible. And for the record, i was switching back and forth from the house in warren i was travelling too for some unknown reason, where two of these face-painted/mask wearing guys were singing toons and being spooky for halloween, and my house at home, where my sister and sita were at.

Anyway, it was weird, because there were a lot of people at the warren house i had never seen before, including those guys. But they put on a great show...weird.

Anyway, i went to bed upstairs in the warren house stating i was sick. (This house was a total creation of my mind...for the record...never been to one like it in my lifetime)

I wake up in my house. Looking around, everything is the same. There's a sticker on my nose, but i decide to ignore it and go look at my stash (instinctively i do that, i don't know why)

I look, and it's gone. The entire place i keep everything has been changed, the front of it is smoothed, there aren't anymore neat little yellow wooden carvings in the front, nothing...i pull out all of the drawers, nothing...

So i peel the sticker off of my nose.

It turns into the back of a reese's peanut butter cup thing, and i read stuff backwards instead of turning it around at first. I notice, "I Jacob" and then i turn it around.

It turns into a rectangular long piece of paper, but very thin.

"I jacob, am an agruculturalist. Dragons are real (cool?). All of this for Ziou. I want something...but what is want? is there meaning to want......................"

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

There was more writing, but i forgot bits and pieces of it.

I go and lay back down again.

I wake up, and my ceiling fan is covered in cobwebs, everything is old and dusty, as if it had been sitting for years and year and years. My door is open.

I go to walk out, but frustrated with all of this dreaming i start forcing myself to wake up, worried that i have spent too long in the dream world.

I wake up...for real, this time.