Memoirs
DuskThe splendor of the sky dazzled as an ornament. The sky, a golden furnace, robes of orange, mystic flames of purple all serenaded me like a catharsis. Angels on wings danced in the pulchritude of delight. Time has become a frozen dream of music. Evening is a tranquil lullaby, a poetic sonata of love. I watch the sun go into its hive. Dark has become a mourning night.
Dream
Had a strange dream—in this dream, a black cat was hissing at me; it was only a kitten. Looked at dream interpretations and it said: ‘I am afraid of my own intuition’. I am not fully convinced by the interpretation.
Illuminati
I joined the fraternity of the Illuminati today. Feel happy as a new born flower.
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Dreams cannot be interpreted just by looking on the internet but working at the level of the subconscious and going back into the dream.
This is part of the work I do.