Wake Within Worlds of Imagination

We are a team of dream travelers
dream weaving, reality unravelers

We are guides of lucidity to purge the infinite manifestations of self will merge while we allow access to worlds stalked by the Standford labs of Stephen Laberge

We are mutual dreamers that infiltrate, rape and pilage your walls and insecurities, for we seek to bleed you and cleanse these impurities

We are creatures of the night
We walk among you sleeping cattle having our way with your ignorance and sabotaging your fears and hate with mindless acts of love - like “free hugs”

“…we are the dreamers we dream the dreams”

We stumbled drunk upon Castaneda’s Gates of Dreaming
We sat at the feet of inorganic beings
We are Gods and Goddesses in embryo
Princes and princesses of universes unseen, expanding with infinite involution

Our dream journals speak of countless deaths, burials and resurrections in
the perfect consciousness that is now

We die nigthly and wake within worlds of pure imagination

to some lucid dreams I know…