Nightswimming deserves a quiet night

I’m never quite sure exactly why certain dreams are better in certain places and how much of it is my own evolution through time.

Last night/this mornings dreams were OUTRAGEOUS!  STUPENDOUS!  REMARKABLE!  Good, ok?  To the nTH!

So good I MUST throw some notes in here for a future visitation.  Another book is blossoming out of me and it is coming so hard and fast to the surface that it just might make it to the keyboard complete and sold commercially for the ability to survive without monetary suicidal tendencies of a life that is distracting from the purpose.  Run on much? 

Today was the day that the dream was nearly all swimming, a first.  Though the others seem guided and directed with the unknown companion, this one was obvious as to end doubt of wondering.  The ability to expand without within is more satisfying than any chocolate of the world.

This was the day of re-visitation of EVERY underground treasure known from all dreams of the past.  At once.  In one story line.  A tour of the known.  A gathering of treasures to hide and admire.  Yet lucky enough to make it to the end to see the overview.  The acknowledgment of what was just experienced.  Understanding at a different level.  Something so relevant to the awake life that it hit me like a bolt of lightning.

The treasures were not the things I gathered and held so closely.  The treasures were knowing I had these things, they really did not have me.  I can visit them anytime.  I carry them with me.  I don’t have to touch them and hide them. 

The visuals were amazing and once more water surrounds me like no time ever known.

Wishing you Peace and Resolution,

Yaechle