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Morning of May 2, 1990. Wednesday.



There is an unusual sense of rising into the air and moving towards the television in my brother Earl’s house while sleeping on the couch. It is a typical sense of disembodiment but of the type that usually only comes near the end of certain types of dreams.

For some reason, I get the sense that someone else (unseen) is present. Supposedly, it is some sort of teacher (or an entity interested in my development) that is trying to get me to understand something. It has something to do with a parade being shown on television and seems important, but nothing else is known, only that my name is called and I need to learn about something during this time. It took me a little by surprise because it actually seemed like another “real” character or external persona trying to “teach” me something. Maybe it had more to do with the direction or focus within my disembodied in-dream form than the parade on the television, but I am not sure.