Don't believe everything you hear.

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Actually, believe nothing that you hear.  Test it, check it, verify... even then... doubt.  Even when you know it, be looking for how, when, why, not.  This includes God.  He will check out, has for me anyway, so far.  Yeah, I... keep at it, both on Him, and myself.  Doubt will do you great favors, checking is necessary, so times of peace when you reach a plateau of consciousness will bear exceptional fruit from it.  It's... how it has to be, and will be, whether you like it or not... if you intend to live, and learn.

I used to be lost in dreams.  I couldn't tell.  Now I can.  As I have suggested.  I can alter the dreams, but that tends to break them.  No longer lost, I am more a consumer of dreams.  Enjoying, or killing, a dream at my leisure.  Some dreams... even though I know they are dreams, I can neither kill nor always enjoy.  Not all dreams are just dreams.  God, through the Holy Spirit I suspect, can walk there, write and show there.  And, too, there can be darkness that attacks there.  Still, knowing a dream is a dream, even when it is a dream within a dream within a dream... I have seen three to four levels before... I am somewhat protected.  Oh, beside dream dreams, and God and other talk, there are also historical (seeming) dreams.  I can't change, or end, those either.  Those are what caused me to gain the power over most dreams... trying to undo, or verify, those.

Of course, some dreams aren't dreams.  Nightmares as well.  Realities that one wishes to reject, prices one doesn't wish to pay, dark understandings no sleep or wakefulness can change.  This is what unrealists, such as antifas fight... they fight reality itself, and lose.  Or... that is what it was for the first decade and an half after I went down, if in my own ways.  Now?  Gravy.  I have even learned to tolerate the pain.  A living nightmare, turned to a sort of gold.  Sensuous, dark, curious, and always more... another day, just around the corner.  If I can't explore, play, think, or feel, today?  There is tomorrow.  And, I think I have many, many more.  More than you might imagine, even here.

I hope you find your way to a peace, even if it ends up going through dark, cold, bitter.  For there is sweet, kind, gentle.  If it is in you, it will follow you.  All these things are in you, and will follow you.  However, what you plant more will you harvest greatest.  Oh... I know... but I need all these things, in some amounts.  As with perfume, the best must have a tetch of stank innit.  Good day.