My new experiences have been happening for about a month now. I have been hesitant to write about them becase I'm afraid they will go away. I must have at least a dozen different dream places and times a night. They're so wonderful. The best I could describe, its like being in a storybook of someone else's life in a different place, time, and or dimension or world. So I look forward to sleeping every night. Unfortunately, the dream experience memory fades as my brain adjusts to its consciousness. My imagination must be infinite, all the weird crazy, wonderful things I dream. I dream of other worlds, the future, the past, being different people. It's amazing.

I remember one night, before the most intense dreams came, being so bored, so blank, so empty about what I am and my existence. I studied my hand and cried, because I wanted to know, I want to know what I am, the secrets of the universe. What is my entity and why am I on this hostile planet?

Maybe I should keep a dream diary... before I forgot all the wonderful experiences.

I've been rereading the book Hyperspace and the subject of interdimensional travel and strange new exciting worlds beyond ours has been on my mind. Perhaps we will never ever be physically able to travel to these higher dimensions (because in our world it would take infinitely amounts of energy to break into wormholes) but I think the mind, the spirit, can surpass the 3 spatial dimensions and travel between worlds.

Maybe the meaning of life and existence is to experience, learn, and improve oneself, evolve ones spirit until you can become one of the most elite entities in the universe.

we should be all thankful for our existence.