Book Of Shadows - Movie Dream

A man compiles 7 books of knowledge over a 10 year time span, covering various subjects

In order to get the works read and recognised by academia, he approaches a group of friends studying for their degrees at a University, to read the works and possibly use his works for their thesis/dissertation

They all basically laugh the man off, for thinking he has discovered such important information about how the world works

One of the group, a woman, agrees to read one of the 7 parts of the "Book Of Shadows" the man has written. Though she is only doing it out of the goodness of her heart, taking pity on the man for the others laughing at him

She reads the Book and afterwards strange things start happening

She realises that not only is the information the man has written in the Book correct. It is more powerful than the man claimed

Her insight grants her particular "abilities" over other people and the world around her

Abilities she decides others should not know about. Not because of their potential, but because it would/could take away the potential of her advantage in this world

She excels in everything she is doing. Academia and Sport at an Olympic level

But she does not write about what was in the Book, or share it with the world, like the man wanted her too

She instead picks another topic, and begs with the man to keep the information between themselves. Claiming that others should not be given such knowledge

The man is saddened by this

He tells her that he had, in the past, tried giving the information to a group of old, prominent men. Those who were supposed to be wise, who would help him give it to the world

They did the exact same thing that she was doing. They saw the opportunity to exploit the information and wanted to keep it a secret

This is why he decided to try give it to some younger students. Hoping that they may/might not be as corruptable

Sure assures him that she is not "corrupted" and will do no harm with that he gave her

But she also asks to be allowed to read the order 6 books he has written

When she is insistent on it, to the point of appearing manic, he refuses and decides to cut ties with her

But, he warns her that the information she has given cannot be used for personal gain. In the hands of the many, it would be mostly harmless. It would likely bring everyone together in harmony

But in the hands of the few, it is too powerful. It corrupts easily, because the knowledge of how the world works and what it is, should be known by all, not the few

The only people who can handle the temptation of misusing this information are those pure of heart. Those of good intention

She tries to assure him she is of good heart and intention and would not misuse it

He tells her, the fact she wants to keep it secret, means she is exactly the opposite

And lastly, he warms her, that the corruption will come back to haunt her. Regardless of how careful she thinks she is with it

The balance for everything gained, will come back on her and take things from her

He warns her to be careful

Later she calls him, scared. She asks for his help because the world is "falling to pieces around her"

She asks him to meet her at the museum where students are allowed to study at night

No others are around when he attends

Something is indeed happening to her

Some full horror movie type things

He asks for the printed, physical copy of the Book "The seed and the mirror" he had given her back and she gives it to him

But this doesn't stop what is happening

Shadows are literally coming to life and stalking them around the museum

He tells her that she is manifesting deep-seeded pain. That they are being attacked by her fears

She agrees that she used to be afraid of what was in the dark as a child

Eventually, a version of her climbs onto his back (very physically) like a succubus and demands he gives her the other books

She is manifesting her fears, exactly like he said she was, but she is not really scared. She is acting. They are not being attacked by them, she is controlling them

She has set a trap for him. To try force him to give her the other 6 books

When it doesn't work and he refuses to give her the information, she details her plans to kill him, if he doesn't give her the other books

She would paint him out to be a psycho stalker, who had become obsessed with her. And with all he has been studying, his search history on his computer alone would be enough to convince anyone, that he had tried to kill her

Even the messages she had been sending "Please! I'm scared. You need to stop this". Nobody would have any clue what they were talking about. It sounds like he is stalking her

She uses his teachings of the seed and mirror, to mirror him

She seeks out his fears, to manifest them and use them against him

This manifests a large Doberman, with glowing horrible eyes

He is terrified. She forces him into sharing why he is terrified of the dog, as it circles them in the darkness

He watched someone get mauled to death as a child

She brings the dog right up close to him, face to face

She tells him that she kept the Book, she was meant to have given back to him. She scanned it into a digital copy, before she gave it back. She tells him not to worry, it is password protected on her computer. Nobody can access it. But she is keeping it

Just like, so she tells him, she will be keeping all his other books. Once she has finished with him, she will go get them. She just needs him to show her where they are. She plants the seed of a fear of her finding the books in his head, so she can reflect it, manifest it, and see where he hid the books

Then suddenly she realises, he isn't actually afraid. He is also acting

He laughs at her and the dog turns it's attention to her

He tells her it is a pity that she'll never get to read his other books. Especially, one part in particular called: Death and the loss of fear

"Did you forget who wrote these books?"

The Doberman mauls her.  It rips her throat out and kills her

They see sequels to this with her boyfriend (from the first movie)

As well as another sequel/sequels involving her friends, who were the other people in the group the man originally offered the books too, that laughed at him

In these movies, they are suddenly very interested in knowing what was in the books. Because they bore witness to their effect on the girl

They knew all about the power it gave her, though she refused to share the contents with her

In one of them, they crack the password on the digital copy of the book on her computer

I won't detail more of the plot online. But it would make an awesome horror/thriller series

Called "Book of shadows"

“Crown Prince" In Australia In The Late 18th Century

This dream is a very lucid and clear dream

It it not like normal dreams, I would call this a vision

The physics were close to the real world, they were not like a dream

Everything was as clear as if I were awake, living what was happening

Most importantly, peoples eyes were “real” in the vision

When I looked at someone, it was like looking in the eyes of a real person. Something I believe distinguishes experiences like these as visions, rather than dreams

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It is morning and I am swimming at the beach of a beautiful cove. It feels like the East Coast of Australia

As I am leaving the beach, I see a couple of women that appear to be having tea or coffee, sitting at a table outside some type of cafe by the beach

It appears, by the way they are dressed, to be some time in the late 18^th century

I look at one of them and make eye contact. Her eyes are striking and very, very real. As real as any eyes I've ever looked into

They both smile at me eagerly, as if they are hoping I take notice of them

I smile back at them humbly and quickly continue on my way, not wanting to be improper, or to appear as though I am being anything other than friendly. It feels like this type of thing is common, with women being attracted to me (and making it very obvious and apparent)

So I was polite and said good morning, but was very deliberate in maintaining my decorum

I walk to a nearby school or college, where it feels as thought I am running late

Judging by the stone buildings and perfectly kept green gardens, it appears to be a very upper-class, elite type of school

I rush quickly through the front of the school and enter into a large grass courtyard, which is surrounded by the old stone buildings of the school

I pass by some boys in the grass area of the yard, who are in their early teens

Judging by the fact that it fees as though they are younger than me, and the women in their 20's by the beach felt as though they were older than me, I would guess I am probably somewhere around 17 or 18 years old

Though the younger boys are dressed in martial arts attire, they seem to be more “playing” martial artists, than doing any actual type of actual training

I walk past them as they are joking around and hassling, who I assume to be, grounds staff in the yard

They notice me and one of them, being a bully and showing off to his friends, throws a shuriken (ninja star) hardheartedly at me telling me to catch

I don't think it is sharp, because even though it hits me, it does not do any damage

I am however annoyed, because I am late and I don't have time to deal with them

More-so, I am annoyed at their behaviour to not only me, but to the others in the courtyard who seem to be quietly taking their abuse. Probably because they are in a position where they have to, or at the very least, cannot do much about it

But I on the other hand, honestly do not care and I can do something about it

So I stop, pick up the shuriken off the ground and throw it back at the laughing boy who threw it at me, telling him no thanks, and that he can keep it

Except I throw it much harder and with intention

Hard enough that it hurts him, blunt or not

He starts screaming at me, as I continue to walk through the yard ignoring him

He asks me if I know who he is. Then I hear him screaming for his Father, who apparently works at the school in some capacity

His wailing at being so egregiously wronged, causes a large commotion in the background behind me, which I ignore as I am more concerned about being late

As I reach the opposite side of the (rather large) yard, a horse-drawn carriage comes racing up the gravel road around the courtyard to intercept me before I enter the building. It is being driven by men who I assume are some type of administrators (and security, so it would seem) for the school; Including the boys Father

The boy and his friends have also followed, screaming their identification of me to the boys Father as the carriage pulls up behind me

I consider for a second ignoring the men jumping down from the carriage behind me telling me to stop. But I instead stop and walk back to the carriage to talk to them

As soon as the boys Father sees me, he turns and slaps his son, calling him a fool

“Do you know who this is?”

The boy responds that he does not, so his Father clarifies by saying “He is the Crown Prince”

The boy fades and withdraws instantly, as if he is trying to disappear

In this moment, I understand exactly who I am

I was/am the the legitimate heir to the British throne

But it doesn't feel as though my family is seated on the throne for some reason

It feels as though, as if by choice, we had allowed/were allowing/are allowing another family to sit on the throne as a type of caretaker, so that we do not need to

Or perhaps, because, we do not need to

Whatever the case is, these men understand that I am the rightful heir to the throne by blood. Even though I am somehow swimming at a beach in Australia, and it would seem, attending a school somewhere in Australia; instead of being in England

It seems as though some people, like this man, know exactly who I am (possibly by necessity of me attending the school), but most other people do not know who I am

Or possibly, even, know that there is and exists, a more rightful heir to the throne, than those who currently sit on the throne

The boys Father apologises to me profusely about/for his son

I tell him “Your boy should not be playing with oriental weapons. Please deal with him, so that I do not have to”

He apologises to me again and assures me that he will

I walk up the stairs into a large stone building of the school

I walk down a large open corridor to the left and hurry to my class-room

When I enter the room, the lights are off and everyone is watching the projection of a very crude black and white film on the wall

All the tables and chairs in the class-room appear to have been cleared to one side of the class-room, so that the students can all sit on the floor below the projection of the film

The students have early versions of a movie camera on the ground with them to examine quietly, while they were watching the film

I quietly walk through the room to a table at the back of the class-room, where two men are sitting with the projector

The man I approach at the table does not seem impressed with me being late by the way he looks at me, but he does not say anything. He just quietly hands me a camera

More interestingly here:

I surrender a folded up document to him at the table, which is my ID. Which he takes and exchanges for a different set of ID documents

It seems, that whenever I enter or leave the school, this man (who I assume is one of my teachers) gives me a different set of ID documents. And that he also takes care of the other set of ID documents for more at all other times

I put the ID document he gives me in my pocket, take the brick-sized camera and go to sit down quietly with one of the female students at the front of my class

She laughs and jeers me quietly for being late as I sit down next to her

It feels as though she is my best friend

I examine the camera for a moment on the ground in front of me as she is talking to me, then I look up to watch the film on the screen in front of me

I see the footage vividly. As clearly and consciously as if I were awake, watching it in the waking world

It is a silent film, of crude flickering black and white images

We are watching what appears to be a rescue effort of some sort, during some kind of disaster

There is flooding. Water is pouring out the window of a building made out of what appears to be mud-bricks

The water coming from inside the building is getting desperately high, to the point where it is flowing out the windows like a torrent

There is a man trapped inside the building on the other side of the window, almost drowning in the water that is flowing past him out of the window

He cannot escape because there are bars on the window

Men outside are frantically chipping away at the wall around the window, trying to pull the bars out, so that the man can escape

A man climbs onto the window and pulls with all his might against the bars, while pushing outwards against the wall beneath the window with his feet. Fighting to pull the bars out and free the man trapped inside

The water is now so high, that the man can barely hold onto the bars. His feet are slipping under the weight of the water pushing through the window

But he keeps pulling, till eventually, a bar comes free

As it does, he falls backwards off the window into the torrent of water rushing out

As too does the man who was trapped inside, who is spewed out through the window

I tell my female friend I will be back in a moment

I turn around and quietly approach a woman sitting on a chair behind us, in the back of the class-room. I assume she is also one of my other teachers

I sit on a chair next to her to talk to her and she quietly says something to the effect of it being nice of me to make an appearance

I apologise for being late

She leans over and quietly whispers, to ask me “Are we going to dance feet-on-feet later?”

It appears she is teaching me allot more than just my regular studies

I get the feeling that we have been using the cover of her tutoring me in dance after-hours, to have sex

I tell her maybe

She is somewhere in her 20's and attractive, but it feels as though she is way more into me, than I am into her. I am not sure if she knows who I am or not, but it seems like she likely does. And that this is likely the reason why she is so interested in giving me 'dance lessons'

I ask to be excused to go to the bathroom

She points out that I was late and only just arrived, but then excuses me anyway, telling me to be quick

I walk to the bathroom and very deliberately find a mirror, so I can (consciously, as myself in the real, waking world) look at myself in the mirror and see what I look like. And possibly work out who I am in this vision

I look nothing like myself

I see myself clearly

I look myself directly in the eyes and they, again, are as real as any eyes I've ever looked at

I walk out of the bathroom and notice a sign-in chart by the bathrooms, next to the doors where I entered the building

I had forgotten to sign-in

I am signing in, when I notice an old woman in dark dress descending the large wooden staircase behind me

I think she is the principle of the school

A feel a sense of foreboding or something dark surrounding her

I turn to look at her descending the stairs, but then ignore her to continue signing in

She approaches me from behind and I feel a massive magnetic-electrical energy surging against me from where she is approaching

The disturbance becomes so great it is like I am being electrocuted, except that this is a disruptive type of repelling force. I am not conducting the energy. Nor am I insulating it. Rather, it is pushing against me, and I against it, like magnets pushing against each other

Only, to the point where the force is disruptive and near painful

It feels like two impossible forces being pushed together, to the point where they are becoming violent

It starts to cause a physical pain in my body, resisting the forces pushing against it

So much so, that I wake up

Though when I wake up in my bed, I can still feel the electrical energy pushing against me, while awake

Like some type of invisible entity is trying to push through the electrical fields of my body with its own, and the resistance is causing a massive disturbance

Nearly painful

And nearly impossible to describe, as it is unlike anything else I have ever felt

For some reason, I instantly think of Queen Elizabeth II

I don't know how or why, but this dark woman I saw descending the stair-case has something to do with her

Somehow, this impossible connection, or lack thereof, was something to do with her. Very directly

A connection I am not at all happy about/with

 

Being Famous And Partying With Chris Hemsworth

I'm at a party with my friend David

The party is being hosted by Chris Hemsworth

I ask the bartender for a Jacks and Coke

He suggests I try a Jacks and Dry, and that it will be better than any Dry mix I've ever had

He makes the fancy Jacks and dry, which does end up being amazing. As if is made with some type of expensive ginger ale, and has other things mixed in like a cocktail

There is someone riding on my back, like they are getting a piggy back ride. They don't get off when I ask them

I demand they get off, but they don't

So I throw them over my shoulder and punch them in the face several times, telling them I've had enough of them

Then they are kicked out, I think

I decide I should look for Chris Hemsworth and apologise for hitting someone at his party

I'm talking to the people at the bar, that witnessed everything. They said they understood why I hit him, basically

Then, for a moment, I am Chris Hemsworth

He is considering whether the grass is possibly greener on the other side

I try reminding him/myself, about how special what he has with his wife is. But he seems to already know

It doesn't feel like he is going to cheat on her, more like he is just wondering

A woman in particular has piqued his interest, and he is more or less just wondering what life would be like with her

Then I am at a festival. I am famous

People are wanting to talk to me

One of friends ex partners is with me, an American woman. She is walking around with me, as if she is my minder, taking care of me

I'm not sure if she is still with him at this stage

Someone asks for my contact details. I give them my email, because I can't find any business cards

I also seem to be reasonably drunk. In no fit state to be talking business with anyone

As she is escorting me home, I am leaning against her for support, so we are basically hugging as we walk

She talks about getting me home to bed

We are apparently sleeping in the same bed tonight

It is supposed to be completely platonic, but it feels like I have no doubt I'll be having sex with her

I test the waters with her, telling her I probably shouldn't be seen walking with my arm around her in public, because I'm very recognisable

She assures me that nobody around us realises, or recognises me

She is correct

I wake up here

There is a part in between this, where I take control of a large weapon and start taking out people trying to invade us, but I think this just refers to me cleaning the fish tank, when I woke up this morning

The Lion and mirrored lines of probability - "Charlotte Gop / Charlotte G.O.P"

This is the 5th different version (drafts) of this post that I have written. The others are far, far more detailed, regarding the lines of probability, precipitation of events and correlation of other events and phenomena

I am only posting the very basics of this dream publicly because the woman (Lioness) in the dream asked me to

I may/might post other parts of it (from the other versions of this post) in future, if they turn out to be relevant

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I was having a dream involving Lions

I was trying to go to sleep in a womans loungeroom and a Lioness was trying to open the screen door to her apartment

She had a pet cat inside and I was concerned about the Lioness eating it if she got inside

She wasn't being aggressive. Merely curious. Inquisitive. But I did not want her in the apartment regardless

I shut the wooden door, just as she was able to pull the screen door open with her paw

She pushed against the wooden door trying to open it. I had to lean all my weight against the door to stop her getting in

The locks on the door were broken

All except for one small latch

I latched it shut and it seemed to hold pretty well. Though I wondered for how long, considering the weight pushing against the door

I put my foot against the bottom of the door. For a second, I could sense the Lioness sniffing my foot under the door from the other side

She seemed to have stopped pushing on the door. The cat inside the apartment had come over to the door to see what I was doing

There are other parts of this dream in between this, that seem like cyclical occurrence

This was the first "mirrored" part of the dream

It seems that the part of the dream I am describing here, and the second part I'll describe in a moment, are linked. Like layers of a cycle I was seeing very deliberately and clearly, specifically for writing this post

Not only are they specifically and clearly linked to what I'm writing about in this post, they are directly linked with me actually writing this post

I've found recently, that the probability of this world has been so greatly reduced and focused, that it is/has become impossibly apparent and obvious. Sequenced in such a way that it is undeniable noticeable. To the point where you can correlate it both forwards and backwards in time

I have done experiments with control and influence of the lines of probability, in such a way as to test what I am experiencing, and the results are near undeniable

I will push against the lines of probability in my favour, and then sit there and watch as they push back against me, in opposition to me pushing

To the point where I can predict what is likely to happen, just before it happens to me

I will tell someone I am doing well at something

Then, in reply to this, I will watch the world throw something back at me to ruin whatever it was I said I was doing well at

To the point where I can see it coming just before it happens, and I recognise exactly what I said or did, to make it happen. BEFORE IT HAPPENS

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The second part of the dream I am walking through the bush in what I believe is the Northern Territory of Australia, where I live. It is the wet season. The ground is freshly watered by rain and it is nice and overcast

I am on my way somewhere through a fenced clearing in the bush

I see a Lioness approaching. Again, not aggressive. Just playful, curious and inquisitive

There is a young baby, no more than a year old, sitting on the ground near the fence. Her mother is a good 20-30 feet away

Almost a identical mirrored distance away to the Lioness, who runs quickly and unnervingly towards the baby, to investigate what it is

I quickly run towards the baby, worried the Lioness may/might hurt her

But as I do, the baby turns into a Lion cub

A mirror, within the mirror

This experience with the Lioness, and the other experience in the dream earlier, perfectly mirror each other

"Staying at someones house, Lioness at the door

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To:

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Walking on my way somewhere along a fence. Lioness roaming the clearing"

"The Lioness approaching the baby to make me worried

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To

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A cat approaching me after I latch the door closed, safe"

The mirroring and opposites work on levels, within levels. To the point of being impressive, when I sit there and analyse it. Or, if you are able to even see it

The woman and the Lioness, equal distance away either side from a baby, that turns into a cub when the Lioness approaches (but the woman does not). A woman who disappears, as the Lioness approaches

It is all perfectly mirrored

I believe this mirroring, has something to do with the final part of this dream, where I was given a message to post online. As if, mirroring the dream in such a way, was the only way that the Lioness could appear to me as a human woman, with startlingly real eyes, to give me a direct and literal message

One that wouldn't appear to me backwards, as dreams normally do, or otherwise encoded and/or obscured

I continue on to my destination and some more things happen I won't detail, that also directly mirror this second experience in the dream, to the first one

Not only do they mirror each other, they also correlate directly to me writing this post

Which is why I am not detailing it/them, within the post

Or within any of the other versions of this post I have written

These events, in mirror, also seem important to the message being conveyed

Or more specifically I think, being received

The post I am now writing, is directly integrated into both sides of the/these experience(s)

As well as the other posts I wrote, related to this

In the final part of this dream, just before I woke. I encountered a woman

A woman I believe was the Lioness from the other two mirrored parts of the dream, appearing as a human

A Lion-Woman with beautiful, striking eyes

She looked me in the eyes and gave me a very specific message to remember as I wake up

"Add this to your phone" she said, now directly referring to what would be me writing this post on my phone, after I woke up

"Charlotte Gop. Did you get that? Charlotte G.O.P!"

I woke up for a second here

Something seemed to be making sure that I would retain the information in my conscious, waking memory

Like it woke me up very specifically after passing on this message, so that I would remember it

I assured them that I'll remember. Charlotte Gop / Charlotte G.O.P

Then I went back to sleep for a while

Until I woke to write this

I think Charlotte Gop / Charlotte G.O.P, refers to something very particular that will take place in the near future. Or is relevant to something which has taken place already

The only reason I am posting this publicly, is because the woman seemed very specific in making sure I remembered it, and asking that I "put it in my phone", as in, post it

So I'm posting it. As requested

I googled Charlotte GOP and, of course, all I seemed to find was articles about politics in Virginia

I am unsure why or how this is, or will be, relevant. At least, to me (directly)

So possibly, it is meant to be relevant to whoever I was asked to post this for

I guess I/we'll see soon. If indeed it is, even

Charlotte Gop / Charlotte GOP

I was having a dream involving Lions

I was trying to go to sleep in a womans loungeroom and a Lioness was trying to open the screen door to her apartment

She had a pet cat inside I was concerned about the Lioness eating if she got inside

She wasn't being aggressive. Merely curious. Inquisitive. But I did not want her in the apartment regardless

I shut the wooden door, just as she was able to pull the screen door open with her paw

She pushed against the wooden door trying to open it. I had to lean all my weight against the door to stop her getting in

The locks on the door were broken

All except for one small latch

I latched it shut and it seemed to hold pretty well. Though I wondered for how long, considering the weight pushing against the door

I put my foot against the bottom of the door. For a second, I could sense the Lioness sniffing my foot under the door from the other side

She seemed to have stop pushing on the door. The cat inside the apartment had come over to the door to see what I was doing

There are other parts of this dream in between this, that seem like cyclical occurrence

This was the first "mirrored" part of the dream

It seems that the part of the dream I am describing here, and the second part I'll describe in a moment, are linked. Like layers of a cycle I was seeing very deliberately and clearly, specifically for writing this post

Not only are they specifically and clearly linked to what I'm writing about in this post, they are directly linked with me actually writing this post

I've found recently, that the probability of this world has been so greatly reduced and focused, that it is has become impossibly apparent and obvious. Sequenced in such a way that it is undeniable noticeable. To the point where you can correlate it both forwards and backwards in time

I have done experiments with control and influence of the lines of probability, in such a way as to test what I am experiencing, and the results are near undeniable

I will push against the lines of probability in my favour, and then sit there and watch as they push back against me, in opposition to me pushing

To the point where I can predict what is likely to happen, just before it happens to me

I will tell someone I am doing well at something

Then, in reply to this, I will watch the world throw something back at me to ruin whatever it was I said I was doing well at

To the point where I can see it coming just before it happens, and I recognise exactly what I said or did, to make it happen. BEFORE IT HAPPENS

To this end, I've actually written more than 1 different version of this post, and saved them into my blog. From varying separate aspects. Relevant to (seemingly) different topics

They all link together

I'll only be posting this shortened, concise post

This post is an experiment to see how they piece together. Including, the replies I get to this initial post

I posted my own experiences about "feeling" the overwhelming love/light of something unknown, that someone else believed was undeniably God, in their thread on the topic the other day

I did not realise when I posted the reply, but it was almost perfectly opposite in nature to what the original poster had posted, though it was about the same thing

I didn't realise until after they had replied to tell me they thought I "was full of s#!t", that I had written of my experiences, that were/are exactly mirrored to their own

Something in me pointed out, how their responses after this, polarised around my own. As if orbiting

A post from them, and someone else, either side of my own (before and after), that said basically the same thing, but reversed on each other

Even the start and finish of their sentences were opposite. One saying the same thing as the other in the first half of their sentence, while the other said it in the second half of their sentence. One either side of my post

Rather than be annoyed that this person believed they are the only one who could have, or understand such an experience, I recognised what was happening, and what they represented as mirror, for what it was/is

Something told me to test them, to see if they recognised the mirroring. Telling me that they would be oblivious (to it)

So I pointed out the mirroring (to them)

And they were. Completely oblivious

Not only were the both oblivious, but once again, they replied in such a way, in turn, that they mirrored each other around what I was saying

One said, they had no idea what I was talking about

The other agreed and said they would like me to explain

Two opposing sides of a consensus

This was a trap within precipitation, to do with me showing them the mirror in the first place

If I had, explained a second time, when the first explained it perfectly but they were unable to see it, it would be (have been) a type of redundancy, in what was then posted by them, in response to me showing them the mirror

Trying to "close the door" that I had opened and pointed out, in the mirroring of the veil

And so comes this dream

Relevant in a similar type of orbiting, cyclical precipitation

Two separate incidences within the dream that are going to somehow line-up with not only themselves, but also with the other posts I have written, on other things linked to this

And also linked, somehow, to the words, "Charlotte Gop"

This is not intended to be so much a discussion, as it is documenting to the phenomena. So I can analyse the workings of the veil and mirroring a little more closely with that takes place after I post this publicly

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The second part of the dream I am walking through the bush in what I believe is the Northern Territory of Australia, where I live. It is the wet season. The ground is freshly watered by rain and it is nice and overcast

I am on my way somewhere through a fenced clearing in the bush

I see a Lioness approaching. Again, not aggressive. Just playful, curious and inquisitive

There is a young baby, no more than a year old, sitting on the ground near the fence. Her mother is a good 20-30 feet away

Almost a identical mirrored distance away to the Lioness, who runs quickly and unnervingly towards the baby, to investigate what it is

I quickly run towards the baby, worried the Lioness may/might hurt her

But as I do, the baby turns into a Lion cub

A mirror, within the mirror

This experience with the Lioness, and the other experience in the dream earlier, perfectly mirror each other

"Staying at someones house, Lioness at the door

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To:

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Walking on my way somewhere along a fence. Lioness roaming the clearing"

"The Lioness approaching the baby to make me worried

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To

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A cat approaching me after I latch the door closed"

The mirroring and opposites work on levels, within levels. To the point of being impressive, when you are able to see it

The woman and the Lioness, equal distance away either side from a baby, that turns into a cub when the Lioness approaches (but the woman does not). A woman who disappears, as the Lioness approaches

It is all perfectly mirrored

I continue on to my destination and some more things happen I won't detail, that also directly mirror this second experience in the dream, to the first one

Not only do they mirror each other, they also correlate directly to me writing this post

Which is why I am not detailing it/them, within the post

The post I am now writing, is directly integrated into both sides of the/these experience(s)

As well as the other posts I wrote, related to this

In the final part of this dream, just before I woke. I encountered a woman

She looked me in the eyes and gave me a very specific message to remember as I wake up

"Add this to your phone" she said, now directly referring to what would be me writing this post on my phone, after I woke up. "Charlotte Gop. Did you get that? Charlotte G.O.P!"

I woke up for a second here

Something seemed to be making sure that I would retain the information in my conscious, waking memory

It woke me very specifically after passing on this message, so that I would remember it

I assured them that I'll remember. Charlotte Gop / Charlotte G.O.P

Then I went back to sleep for a while

Until I woke to write this

And it wasn't until I wrote this, that I realised that Charlotte directly correlates to my post in the other thread, from the other day

More precisely, I think Charlotte Gop / Charlotte G.O.P, refers to something very particular that will take place in the near future

The only reason I am posting this publicly, is because the woman seemed very specific in making sure I remembered it, and that I "put it in my phone", as in, post it

I googled Charlotte Gop, and of course found articles related to Virginia and the GOP. But I know nothing about (and care nothing about) American politics

So I am unsure why or how this is, or will be, relevant

I guess I'll see soon. If indeed it is, even

Lines of Euclidean in space-time measurement and fully conscious astral time travel

I had a dream showing measurement of spacetime, using Lines of Euclidean

I pulled a woman (Meika Woollard) back across dimensions of time and space, to talk to herself

To tell herself, why she needs listen to me about what her future will be like, with, or without me

I had just finished returning an alternate version of her through space, who had lived without me

A version of her, that she did not wish to become

The other older version, was exactly the person that she wished to become

She first thing she told her, was how it were possible that she was there, talking to herself across time

She explained the lines of Euclidean, and our ability to transit across them, to essentially travel through time and do things such as talk to past versions of ourselves

She told her to listen to me

Told her that some of the most important answers she will ever have in this world, will be things I tell her, that she forgets