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This actually happened at 6 in the morning but it was the results of decisions that took place at midnight. I didn’t go to bed until around 3am because I had watched the final film of the Matrix Trilogy. I didn’t begin viewing Matrix Revolutions until 12:45 in the morning because I like to wait until midnight to check statistical reports. This was the third night of my Matrix marathon, tonight I’m looking forward to the Animatrix.

I’ve seen all these films repeatedly mind you. But it is safe to say that they are good checkpoints for progress. What character am I in the film? Cypher or Morpheus. The AI face in Revolutions or Neo? The only problem is that I ate a tremendous amount of food and snacks during the previous day. I delineate snacks from food because snacks are for monsters.

I ate a pounded chicken breast, vegetarian chili, egg rolls, french fries, pieces of chocolate, and at midnight I ate some fruit and cereal. Everything seemed fine and I actually had room for more food. I went to the gym earlier that day and the day before. The girl at the front desk knows me by name now and that’s a good sign that I’m being more consistent.

But a after I finished watching Matrix Revolutions I went to sleep. When my dog woke me up three hours later I gladly got up and put on my clothes to take Harvest for a walk. But I felt really heavy and odd. My body was like an uncomfortable suit and I was a little confused by how strange I felt.

Then I looked at my stomach in the mirror and I was literally huge. It looked like I had gained 25 pounds.

I was morphing before my very eyes.

So I took Harvest for a walk and tried to not make direct eye-contact with anyone just in case.

Then I went back home and went to sleep for anoter three hours. “I hope this morphing stuff figures itself out before school,” I thought to myself.

When I awoke I felt much better and I was back to normal. I’m not exactly sure what was going on but I think all those snacks had something to do with it.

Ok, now I’m going to get to the real-deal stuff before I forget about it. I was thinking yesterday that the world we live in is real or not real, it doesn’t really matter. But when we sleep, that is even more real. Deep sleep. The strange place where strange dreams emerge and sublimate time and time again.

I’ve heard many interesting thoughts and theories regarding this subject. But my own experience leads me to think that the mind isn’t exactly what we experience here when we are asleep. I cometely disagree with the idea that the mind deals with overloaded thoughts of the day in a sort of mental “defrag” while we sleep. That in no way matches up with my most recent experiences.

Last week I meditated on a Sumerian word-sign. It was the symbol for “bright” and/or “sacred” (among other things). Now, I’ve had an ongoing interest in the ancient Sumerians for many years. And I’ve felt that quite possibly, in a past life, I may have been a Sumerian.

So I meditated on the symbol for a while, then I entered into guided meditation and fell asleep in my chair for over an hour. After I brushed my teeth and went to bed, I entered into a deep sleep. This was probably because I was so relaxed.

But when I slept I had a dream about school. And after that I had a strange and extremely vivid and simple dream that was actually in color.

All I could see was a large horizontally oriented piece of grey stone. The stone was very smooth with signs of wear and tear on the edges. But in the center of the stone, was a symbol that looked extremely similar to he the Sumerian word that I was meditating on earlier that night. The image stayed there for a long time. I could see nothing but the stone and the symbol.

Yet there was something interesting about the symbol. It was drawn in a style that was very strikingly similar to Viking or Norse runes.

Since I know very little about Vikings and am not familiar with any runes, the next night I decided to go online and look up a list of common Viking runes. And to my surprise, the symbol I saw in my dream was the exact rune called, “kenaz.” The rune was a perfect match in proportion and orientation. And when I looked up possible meanings for kenaz, several sources said the rune meant, torch of light. And others said it had meanings related to the light of creativity.

Astounded by this, I went downstairs and looked at my family tree on my father’s side. It said my ancestor “Stansfeld” was a lord who traveled with William the conqueror to the British isles a long time ago.

-Tyler