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castaneda
December 2006 
wake within worlds of pure imagination
Posted on Nov 19th, 2006
by 
elamb
elamb
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...
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...
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This is really beautiful:
“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”