I was in this futuristic reality, and there was all these different versions of myself. I chose one version to show how I could jump in and out of his body.
I said, hey, I’m you. The voice you hear talking to you is me. I felt I was lying when I said only he, my artificial self could hear me..
He didn’t believe, so I pulled him aside, and we began the process of waking up together.
I smacked him in the face, I said you need to wake the fuck up. He saw his other avatars; all him, all me, just slightly different.
My selling point to my artificial myself; the first one I woke up, was that I told him God is real, that there is only one true God, and just because we can jump in and out of consciousness; (different realities) doesn’t mean the Bible is wrong. There is still one path, and ultimately we all die.
He told me about his fiance he never sees, and was questioning their status. I said if I had one regreat; it was not to take it all in, experience life, life more, dream more; in every reality, you need to live life to the fullest. You have the power to go anywhere and do, and be anything and everything.
I am waking up from this hollow shell; my soul is shaking and trembling, I do not want to accept that this reality is fake, and can be altered in this way. It scares me how easily I can come and go, and change things. There is so much beauty in mistakes, everytime I leave I cry, and that reality ends for me, I can never go back and experience all the love pain and joy it brings.
I love my son so much, I hate traveling without him, I hate that journeys are solo, and that you can’t take people with you to the other side, everything is so temporary and sad.
Looking at some documents with my mother, and recalling the past, something happened in April that I needed to remember. Something about a Gemini ex who cheated on me..