The things our brains can do during sleep are still viewed as mysterious and unknown, the biggest one being dreaming. It is remarkable to me how quickly the perceived importance of a dream can float away upon waking. The one I had last night, though a little more ominous than so many I have, struck me as still preferable to the situation we find ourselves in here, but not so different in some ways. I often dream of living out mundane yet memorable and joyful aspects of life in bustling, beautiful and lush cities built to harmonize with the environments from which they sprang, surrounded by people as busy as I am within their social circles whilst bumping into and interacting with others in a carefree, peaceful spirits. These of course are the ideal of dreams to me, existing in realities much better than the sectioned off and razed hellscapes we are forced to deal with in the seat of empire, dotted with a few oases to escape the more depressing elements that ultimately reign under this order.

I materialized in a purgatory with an adolescent body fully intact but with a brain capable of perception beyond that typical life stage as I remember of my own in this life. I was fully aware of this place as a purgatory and given an actual manual and shown the ropes by other teen-adults who did not mince words about the truth of the matters we were to deal with on this plane. We were able to mentally process that some truths were sordid but necessary to move past and to help others move past as well. Some physical abilities surpassed what we apparently knew in different lives, like flying (that old dream chestnut), but other limitations were strict, like the dwellings we were given. For example, I was set out to help another being like myself who had an architectural treasure of a flat with a fantastic rooftop living area beyond expectations I feel I’ve had in any life that she was squandering.

In reality, I have conversations with others my age and older about the Current Thing, that being a parasite everywhere all at once on produce that grows from this very earth we are supposed to collectively tend to, as if this something that is possible and life threatening. The only real parasite creeping into everything everywhere is the ruling “elite” ruining our lives, making them hell. Purgatory would be a relief.

So I says, I don’t care about this, very bluntly. I am beyond entertaining these things. I am beyond you squandering your upstairs access to the realities of others, the possibilities that exist in this world, and the divine. I’m so sick of it. They says, there are so many cases in the hospitals though! Well I still don’t care because I don’t buy it. They move on. Why? If this is a threat you are truly worried about, why is my passing disagreement and disgust enough for you to give up a fight? Well maybe there’s no advice or help to given if you go on with the fucked up state of your own house. There are other fixes surrounding us all to be done, but that ain’t the one for me to deal with or maybe any other living mortal.