It's time to bring back the Dreams thread from the other forum, but we'll leave the dreams from that thread in the past. Have you ever had a fucking weird dream where there's a strangely coherent story being told, but none of the visuals make any materialistic sense? Within this dream are familiar settings, familiar people but the entire time that you're in this dream, is the feeling of a sinister, lurking dread?
I just had one of those dreams today, the first day of 2022.
In this thread, we shall try to recall the weirdness of these dreams. You could interpret them too I guess, but I'm far more concerned with how weird they are, because the 'evil' in these types of dream, truly feel like a sinister force that's out to get you.
Play this song to set up the mood. In fact, it’s the same exact song thatI kept faintly hearing in the background
all throughout the ‘dream’, up until we got to the Mall/Concert. It was a dream, but it felt so damn real.
I start at the end of the dream, but I'll eventually work my way back up to the end of the dream where I fill in more details of what happened. I just start with the end, because I felt the Mall/Concert scene was the most 'Lynchian' like setpiece where I was telling myself within the dream "What the fuck is going on?"
The song that was sung, was cute like this Casting Couch scene from MD.
but the overall vibe & lighting was haunting or foreboding like this scene from Blue Velvet.
This was how I wrote it as soon as I woke up.
Note: The Mika N look alike had her "Eyes Wide Shut" Masked Masquerade look from her "Venus in the Dark" music video. I can't find the music video anywhere.
The music video of Venus in the Dark, depicted a Rothschild pedo orgy parties
https://archive.is/4TUD7
from the early 1900s where in the music video, Mika attended the party as a masked guest, I guess.
I'll link you to the Mika song since it's a fucking great jazzy track.
It's just not the same without the menacing 'Illuminati-ish' visuals though. The music video itself had a Lynchian vibe.
2022 New Years Jan 1st Dream
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During end of Dream:
Mika Nakashima look alike giggling at me, asserting that I don’t understand Japanese and has to translate for me.
I reply with “Yes I can. I heard you say *Insert singer’s name that starts with a Y*
Possible name was “Yutabi”, “Yukari” or “Yubari” From this moment forward we will call her Singer Y.
Singer Y looks like a sexier, curvier, more mature Kyoko Fukada. She was singing Karaoke music to a song that sounds similar to that video.
EDIT: She also resembled a bigger, thiccer Maki Goto
Who made a song called “Yaruki” or The Will to Do. I didn’t know about any of these songs before the dream, nor do I even think about
Maki, Kyoko or Mika in real life. Their image within a dream setting all just seem to be quintessential pretty Jap bitch stand-ins to me.
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MN lookalike giggles then tells me that she (Singer Y) is coming this way.
We see her singing to a female companion, possibly a sister or cousin.
Singer Y walks up to MN lookalike and brushes her lips down her neck, repeats movement a bit while singing.
Singer Y walks up to me while singing, sits on my lap as she’s rubbing her cleavage & her face on my face, while she’s singing at the same time. This did not come off as sexual. It felt more like a favor or business transaction.
I forgot the lyrics to the song, but I recall during the dream that Singer Y’s Japanese lyrics had some profound meaning to me as she was whispering it directly to my ear. I paid far more attention to her lyrics than I did to her tits or face all over me.
Her performance ends, audience cheered.
Mika lookalike grabbed my hand and started clapping her own hands while still holding mine, making it so we were clapping at the same time.
Singer Y interrupted our moment and she softly yelled in English to me, in a whispery voice
“Hang up the phone!” or “Don’t answer the phone!” She was most likely saying “Hang up the phone”, coz I rarely ever answer the phone and just let it ring.
I said “What?”
Mika lookalike & Singer Y both respond to me but I couldn’t make out what they were saying.
The message was garbled.
The mall/casino that we were in was shaking like an earthquake.
Singer Y grabs me by the same hand that Mika lookalike was holding on to as Singer Y presumably directs us somewhere safe.
Dream ends as I kept asking them to repeat to me what they said a second earlier because they sounded too garbled.
They both say something to me again, the message still garbled. It seemed to be about a 7 or 8 letter word, about 3 syllables.
I woke from the dream right as I was saying during the dream, that I still can’t understand them.
It’s annoying when that happens, because you can’t just go back to sleep to resume 1 second more of a dream just to figure out what the fucking word is.
Prior to this Mall/casino public performance I was traveling around with
Mika lookalike and about 3 other girls, & 3 other guys, making us 8 total.
In the real world, I was in this dream for about 4 hours.
The first two hours or so, I was just going around in circles with this group between several buildings.
I forgot what we were doing, but we got split up into groups of three as I was about to quit. I don’t recall the other groups.
I only remember mine which had the Mika lookalike, some asian guy who looked like a frail Johnny’s jr reject, some completely random NPC Asian girl who says fucking nothing the entire dream, and I.
There was some kind of Archon or demonic entity who took the shape of my father who told me to do mundane things such as “it’s time
to go back home”, or “you must graduate.” There was a menacing tone for some reason and it’s quite obvious that there was
a sinister meaning to the words “Go back home.” and “You must graduate”
Looking back, I think “Go back home” was codespeak for “Wake up now!” and “You Must Graduate.” was codespeak for “Die” or “Become one of us” these messages were actually breaking the 4rth wall, speaking directly to my real world self who is sleeping.
Note: I have a good relationship with my pops, so it was weird seeing him depicted as a bad guy, although that's fairly normal in a dream setting.
I recall our group just walking away but the Archon kept following behind us slowly.
As we went up an escalator, 4 other Archons inside of human bodies came at us from the left, right & the top.
As we looked down, we saw the original Archon walking towards us from the bottom of the escalator.
We raced to run to the top as we try to shove off these hostile people/archons off of us.
The pretty NPC Asian girl didn’t make it as she gets bit in the ass by the main archon,
she falls to the ground and the other 4 hostile figures devour her.
We just ran off without her, but we seemed to have been running around aimlessly around this labyrinth which on the surface looks like an Asian Supermall/Casino.
I think we eventually find an exit but only the scrawny looking pretty boy dude runs out. Or I’d assume so.
It sorta looked like the game Dead by Daylight where when you reach an escape point, you’re stuck there until you cross a certain line.
Once you reach that line, you disappear from the game. That’s what it looked like to the Mika girl & I. The male Jpop pretty boy faggot just disappeared.
I was about to go to the exit at the same time that the Jpop fag did, but the Mika lookalike grabbed me by the shoulder and forcibly made us do a 180 turn, leaving that dude behind.
It all happened so fast that we didn’t even question what happened to the jpoop fag. Moments later we reach that public concert within a mall
where that Kyoko Fukada look alike was singing. The entire audience were blacked out silhouettes except for the Mika Naka lookalike, me and a girl that looks like a sister or cousin of mine, but at best she was just a cameo since she didn’t really say anything the entire dream.
My thoughts of the dream:
The MN look alike was a composite of women I’ve known and was friends with in real life.
She had a very familiar aura about her, as though she were a long lost friend that I haven’t seen in forever, because she’s dead in real life.
There was nothing hostile or evil-feeling about her at all.
The same case with the Singer Y who looks like Kyoko Fukada or Maki Goto, but the difference with her is that she seemed to have been an Angelic Guardian-like figure who was warding demons & danger away through her song, which is why she was able to sing for as long as she did. She was protecting us.
NPC Asian Girl who got bit in the ass, felt completely hollow. Not unlike most people you come across in real life.
The Jpop fag felt like a passenger, who came along with us during the journey, only due to how our paths’ meet.
He didn’t seem to have any significance beyond that unlike the Angelic figure Singer Y, or this composite of women from my life that have took the form of Mika who seemed to have been my guide within this dream to make sure that I don’t get killed lol.
It was one of the most lifelike dreams that I’ve had in a long time.
I’m not sure what to make of it. I think it’s way too surreal to be prophetic or anything.
Although if it were to foretell something, it’s probably telling me that I come back to Japan for some reason.
A place that I really don’t want to come back to. In real life, I am being scheduled & arranged to visit South Korea within a year or two, but nearly everyone in the dream was Japanese.
As you already know, I don't really give a shit about Asians nor fetishize them. I just believe that this was the particular setting that the dream chose to take place in.
I’ve had two prophetic dreams before, and they 100% show to you a few months ahead of time, your eventual setting and woman that you’re supposed to meet. Those types of dreams are normal though, and don’t come off as psychedelic or weird at all. The only thing weird about those dreams is the deja vu feeling you have once it happens exactly the same way in real life.
This particular dream felt like a DMT mind trip, or what I assume they must be like since I don’t do drugs. The human brain naturally produces dmt though.
The mall setting felt like an ethereal setting to me, like a Persona game where the main playing space is a familiar human setting but the borders & space outside of the participant field was a surreal psychedelic background.
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Lynchian Dreams
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Re: Lynchian Dreams
You motherfuckers are some boring ass faggots. I recall the 'dream' thread being one of the more popular threads in the last forum and that was when we had 500 something members with 100ish active accounts.
Anyway, It turns out that I actually own the "Venus in the Dark" music vid that I had to change regions just to take screen caps of. I can watch it normally through Jap PlayStation2 though.
That Venus video is every bit as creepy as I remember. It really is meant to be a Rothschild Masquerade ball. Basically she enters the party seemingly uninvited, and all of these crazy ass White people (most likely analogs for the 13 families of Lucifer.) are looking at her, like wtf is she doing here? They all exchange notes or what looks to me like an invitation letter, then they all start laughing at her because she doesn't have one. The Masked Party goers do a bunch of satanic poses & gestures & shit. Mika kinda sorta does, but not really. I'll explain why in a bit.
If Mika's song weren't so damn hype, jazzy & catchy, you'd never notice just how scary the music video actually looks until you take it out of context.
As you can see, the ILLuminated ones really don't like Mika. They don't view her as one of them... yet.
They're pointing fingers at her, constantly laughing at her, and even sticking their tongue out at her. AYY LMAO!
It really does look like something straight out of a David Lynch movie. Lynch movies are generally just talking shit about Hollywood, which does have a lot of Luciferian members of the cult but I get the impression that Lynch is focused more on Hollywood itself. Mulholland Drive & Inland Empire were clearly talking about (or rather trying to show) Weinstein style casting couches.
Before I go on, the lyrics of the "Venus in the Dark" song
The video seems to refer to how Luciferian cults trade & abuse their progeny amongst the 13 bloodlines who rule our entire world. Mika seems to be undergoing a ritual initiation process, but she's not mentally retarded, she doesn't actually like being abused, so the song centers around why the hell this dude is trying to psychologically abuse her. The same way that a Luci cultist would.
I think the directors of this vid are self aware of what they're doing since Mika is also wearing a Jesus crucification cross (which is considered heretical amongst the Protestants, but fuck Protestants, they're fucking retards practicing a an Esoteric slave-morality Christianity and turned it into the mainstream, common belief system of the Christcucks.), and throughout out the video you see her going dangerously close to throwing up signs of the ILLuminated, but she never quite does it.
This is supposed to portray her psychological struggle, trying to make sense out of the uninvited abuse from this dude who has told her 100s of times, that he's madly in love with her, yet he's very cold & distant when she's right in front of him.
In a lot of American music videos, you'll usually see female singers covering one side of their eye to represent their (or their handler's) Saturnian belief systems but with Mika, part of hair looks like it's covering her face but both of her eyes can see.
She doesn't fully accept their belief systems and they don't fully accept her.
There's also parts where it looks like she's wearing a mask, but it's just make-up.
(She does don a mask a few times, but then she's immediately shown falling to the ground, possibly a visual presentation of her rejecting the cult.)
Yet again showing that she's mentally battling for control of her psyche, and how this guy who claims to be madly in love with her, is doing nothing but psychologically abusing her, like how a Luciferian would, and even the music video is depicted as a Lucifer cult masquerade.
As she struggles throughout the video, and constantly being smirked at, laughed at and looked down upon by the rest of the Masquerade who actually have invitations. What you see is that the ridicule gets worse as the video goes on, but she just retreats into her own world and then she eventually lays down, looking like she's dead but she slightly moves. You then see her walk out of the masquerade and shut the door on them, while they're still ridiculing her. AYY LMAO!
Mika makes this content face as if to say "So be it." They'll never treat her like a human so she avoids them.
In the USA, the singer would be depicted as degrading themselves to be accepted by the cult.
That vid portrays a Black dude being fucked in the ass by Lucifer. WTF? And Americans love this shit?
Yet in Japan, their artists are depicted as treating Luciferians as a bunch of degenerates.
When I first saw Mika's Venus in the Dark music video I was astounded that Mika does the exact opposite and outright rejects them.
I fucking love Mika's music, well her first two albums anyway, and Star. I prefer Jazz Frank Sinatra Mika over Ballad & Hard rock/ techno metal KMFDM Mika. She goes through phases. Her ballads are mostly generic ass boring love songs, the other half of her ballads are depressing melacony ic bullshit that I skip through coz I ain't about that.
Her Jazz songs talk about spiritual concepts, and the heavens & earth, but she'll structure it around a 'love' allegory. Her rock songs are generally more feminist in nature, but feminism has a different meaning in Japan, then it does in the USA. She's merely projecting a strong woman who has the ability to fend for herself when the men in her life have let her down. (She's into really manly dudes. Last guy she was married to was some 6'5 tall Japanese futbol player, I think.)
I don't really like her rock shit, but this is a good song.
Sounds KMFDMish, I just prefer her Jazz shit, coz she talks about much deeper subjects whenever she's doing a jazz track.
Her ballads are the most popular.
I really don't get it, but I guess it appeals to everybody since the subject matter or her ballads are so simple & relatable. She sings good too, but that's true regardless of the song. Basically singing about nostalgia, and the life she could've had and whatever. I ain't into that. I like a lot of the weird ass Christcuck allegory she used to do when she was a teen, & early 20s. Although it's mostly coz I love her Jazz music.
I'm going a bit in depth into her music, since the frequency of the music you listen to, affects your spiritual enlightenment.
Her music is very peculiar coz she inserts a lot of Christcuck themes (the ability to seek knowledge & weave through lies of deceit) for some reason, but since she's Japanese, she does not have the same mental hang-ups such as Ghost daddies, or zombie Jesus that most Christians have. She focuses more on the Awakening message of Christ. She's not even Christian if I recall (nobody knows what she is. She's prolly a Buddhist/Gnostic hybrid.), which is also another reason why her music is so fresh to me. She has a better take on the christcuck doctrine, than most actual christians, ayy lmao!
Oh and for the record, these two songs that are attributed to her, are fake.
https://www.stlyrics.com/songs/n/nakash ... 38459.html
https://www.stlyrics.com/songs/n/nakash ... 38460.html
These both sound like typical Antifa drivel, which is not her mindset at all.
First off, she got into the business through the Yakuza, who are Shintoist Imperialist Nationalists. Mika's lyrics contain so much gnosis that I have a hard time believing that she would insert so much religious imagery into her music, if she actually hated religion.
I've noticed that about American fans of Jap produce, Americans always love to insert their commie belief systems on to Japs for some reason, when Japs are all about the family unit, and putting the Clan before yourself.
I've been a Mika fan since I was a teen. (I don't like her or anything. I just relate to her music whenever she's not singing some stupid love ballad lol.)
She's the same exact age & birth date as me. We're from the same underworld culture in Japan. (Her tats on her ass were inked by a Yakuza tattoo artist.)
I know her writing style well enough to know that whenever she does write an angsty song, she generally has an enlightenment/Awakening message instead of one that just demonizes people who disagree with her views. She's not American, lol. That's not the way she thinks, or even behaves.
I pretty much grew up to her music, and the shit that I usually hear from her center around
a psychological struggle of existence.
https://www.nationthailand.com/life/30204562
She's a tragic character, because she's slowly going deaf and the more that she sings (the reason why she even has a fanbase to begin with.) the worse that her condition gets.
I do often ponder if she's related to one of the 13 families (Chairman Mao was a Rockefeller, as is Bill Clinton I believe. The Dragonhead Li bloodline from China are one of the 13 bloodlines.) due to her hollywood connections & her "Illuminated" imagery from her music videos. It's hard to tell though coz as I described from one of her videos, she's actually depicted as walking away from Satanic cults, despite herself struggling with intentions of joining, out of shame. Which is how they recruit you. They break down your psychological awareness, so they can remold you, but Mika's songs portray her, outright rejecting their influence regardless of how insecure they make her feel. It's a common theme with her music, she's always suffering but finds a way to maneuver around it, and these struggles even reflects in her real life, lol. How does one cope with going deaf, the more that you sing, when singing seems to be what makes her most happy? kek
I just thought I'd elaborate more on who Mika is, and why is such a big thing to me that a composite of women from my life, manifested in a dream as her. I view it as, the subconscious representing her as truth within my eyes, and that I can trust this person. Although her behaviors would've had me trusting her no matter what she looked like coz she was doing things that woman from my actual life have actually done and recreated them.
(In my real life, a pretyy girl once introduced herself to me, by grabbing my hand without even knowing who I was and directed me towards her. I was about to shout the bitch out until I got shocked by how pretty she was when I finally saw her face ayy lmao!)
Most dreams are bullshit, but lucid dreams are actually happening independent from you and is actually a shared consciousness.You can manipulate & influence it somewhat but ultimately the people you see within your dream are also living their own lives.
I believe that the Japanese dude who was in my group, was also dreaming in real life. He was actually cool looking.
He looked similar to that (I guess it's a Persona cos-play. I dunno), I just call him a fag coz he looked like a fag when compared to me, who's a bit bigger & brawnier.
He most likely just woke up from his dream before I did. It's funny coz from his perspective, the dream I had must've been a nightmare. For me it was enlightening, because I had a familiar lost friend guiding me.
I asked around about it, some people told me that she may have been a servitor, which is like a tulpa but they're there to remind you that you're in a dream, and that it's not actually real, or at least this isn't the same body that I have in real life. We all have bodies that serve as a vessel for our consciousness in every single plane of existence that exists. You're merely transferring your consciousness into these bodies.
Hilariously though, my dream version looks & is exactly the same as my real life self.
I'm even the same fucking height irl, which sucks. Although I did look head & shoulders taller than most people, only coz the only other people in that dream were Japanese. It shows that I'm so satisfied with my real world self that even in dream settings, I just appear as I already am lol. (just with slightly thiccer muscles, and cooler leather clothes made out of dead animal that just look like shit that I already wear in real life AYY LMAO. Mika in the dream was wearing a fur coat similar to what she wore in Venus in the Dark.)
It's impossible to actually die from a Lucid dream (you just wake up when you die in lucid), unlike in the Astral world or the physical plane (Physical plane is the reality you're in right now.) where you will definitely die.
Astral is generally the domain of Gods and sages. It's a personal journey somewhat similar to a vision quest but the entities you meet are actually real, like Mikalia's (damn Peterson's daughter has huge tits. She looks like the pornstar Tommy King. Not as feminine as Tommy though) so called Purple God woman.
What's different about the Astral world, is that it's a place of pure energy. Which is what we are when stripped of our meat body.
The Ethereal plane (where Lucid dreams generally happen although they sometimes transcend into lower Astral for a few seconds.) is like an international passage where you come across other humans, thoughtforms, and Archon, demonic entities. You have the potential to be fed upon through the influence of fear which is why this is the plane where Nightmares happen. The Astral plane feels as real as the physical plane that you're in right now, but the laws of our world are nonexistent. Well for the most part. You need to be guided by a sage otherwise the godly entities (which do appear to be what we would call aliens) will fuck your shit up, for being on the wrong block. Not unlike real life gangsters who fuck your shit up for not being from their neighborhood lol.
Anyway, It turns out that I actually own the "Venus in the Dark" music vid that I had to change regions just to take screen caps of. I can watch it normally through Jap PlayStation2 though.
That Venus video is every bit as creepy as I remember. It really is meant to be a Rothschild Masquerade ball. Basically she enters the party seemingly uninvited, and all of these crazy ass White people (most likely analogs for the 13 families of Lucifer.) are looking at her, like wtf is she doing here? They all exchange notes or what looks to me like an invitation letter, then they all start laughing at her because she doesn't have one. The Masked Party goers do a bunch of satanic poses & gestures & shit. Mika kinda sorta does, but not really. I'll explain why in a bit.
If Mika's song weren't so damn hype, jazzy & catchy, you'd never notice just how scary the music video actually looks until you take it out of context.
As you can see, the ILLuminated ones really don't like Mika. They don't view her as one of them... yet.
They're pointing fingers at her, constantly laughing at her, and even sticking their tongue out at her. AYY LMAO!
It really does look like something straight out of a David Lynch movie. Lynch movies are generally just talking shit about Hollywood, which does have a lot of Luciferian members of the cult but I get the impression that Lynch is focused more on Hollywood itself. Mulholland Drive & Inland Empire were clearly talking about (or rather trying to show) Weinstein style casting couches.
Before I go on, the lyrics of the "Venus in the Dark" song
refer to a man who constantly told her how much he loves her, but Mika can't understand what he means, because his actions don't reflect his words. He treats her like shit, and is generally cold towards her. This takes on a whole new meaning when you see the actual music video, which I've showed parts to you through screencaps. (I'm not going to waste my time uploading the vid, when it'll just get taken down anyway.)The music video of Venus in the Dark, depicted a Rothschild pedo orgy parties
https://archive.is/4TUD7
from the early 1900s where in the music video, Mika attended the party as a masked guest, I guess.
I'll link you to the Mika song since it's a fucking great jazzy track.
It's just not the same without the menacing 'Illuminati-ish' visuals though. The music video itself had a Lynchian vibe.
The video seems to refer to how Luciferian cults trade & abuse their progeny amongst the 13 bloodlines who rule our entire world. Mika seems to be undergoing a ritual initiation process, but she's not mentally retarded, she doesn't actually like being abused, so the song centers around why the hell this dude is trying to psychologically abuse her. The same way that a Luci cultist would.
I think the directors of this vid are self aware of what they're doing since Mika is also wearing a Jesus crucification cross (which is considered heretical amongst the Protestants, but fuck Protestants, they're fucking retards practicing a an Esoteric slave-morality Christianity and turned it into the mainstream, common belief system of the Christcucks.), and throughout out the video you see her going dangerously close to throwing up signs of the ILLuminated, but she never quite does it.
This is supposed to portray her psychological struggle, trying to make sense out of the uninvited abuse from this dude who has told her 100s of times, that he's madly in love with her, yet he's very cold & distant when she's right in front of him.
In a lot of American music videos, you'll usually see female singers covering one side of their eye to represent their (or their handler's) Saturnian belief systems but with Mika, part of hair looks like it's covering her face but both of her eyes can see.
She doesn't fully accept their belief systems and they don't fully accept her.
There's also parts where it looks like she's wearing a mask, but it's just make-up.
(She does don a mask a few times, but then she's immediately shown falling to the ground, possibly a visual presentation of her rejecting the cult.)
Yet again showing that she's mentally battling for control of her psyche, and how this guy who claims to be madly in love with her, is doing nothing but psychologically abusing her, like how a Luciferian would, and even the music video is depicted as a Lucifer cult masquerade.
As she struggles throughout the video, and constantly being smirked at, laughed at and looked down upon by the rest of the Masquerade who actually have invitations. What you see is that the ridicule gets worse as the video goes on, but she just retreats into her own world and then she eventually lays down, looking like she's dead but she slightly moves. You then see her walk out of the masquerade and shut the door on them, while they're still ridiculing her. AYY LMAO!
Mika makes this content face as if to say "So be it." They'll never treat her like a human so she avoids them.
In the USA, the singer would be depicted as degrading themselves to be accepted by the cult.
That vid portrays a Black dude being fucked in the ass by Lucifer. WTF? And Americans love this shit?
Yet in Japan, their artists are depicted as treating Luciferians as a bunch of degenerates.
When I first saw Mika's Venus in the Dark music video I was astounded that Mika does the exact opposite and outright rejects them.
I fucking love Mika's music, well her first two albums anyway, and Star. I prefer Jazz Frank Sinatra Mika over Ballad & Hard rock/ techno metal KMFDM Mika. She goes through phases. Her ballads are mostly generic ass boring love songs, the other half of her ballads are depressing melacony ic bullshit that I skip through coz I ain't about that.
Her Jazz songs talk about spiritual concepts, and the heavens & earth, but she'll structure it around a 'love' allegory. Her rock songs are generally more feminist in nature, but feminism has a different meaning in Japan, then it does in the USA. She's merely projecting a strong woman who has the ability to fend for herself when the men in her life have let her down. (She's into really manly dudes. Last guy she was married to was some 6'5 tall Japanese futbol player, I think.)
I don't really like her rock shit, but this is a good song.
Sounds KMFDMish, I just prefer her Jazz shit, coz she talks about much deeper subjects whenever she's doing a jazz track.
Her ballads are the most popular.
I really don't get it, but I guess it appeals to everybody since the subject matter or her ballads are so simple & relatable. She sings good too, but that's true regardless of the song. Basically singing about nostalgia, and the life she could've had and whatever. I ain't into that. I like a lot of the weird ass Christcuck allegory she used to do when she was a teen, & early 20s. Although it's mostly coz I love her Jazz music.
I'm going a bit in depth into her music, since the frequency of the music you listen to, affects your spiritual enlightenment.
Her music is very peculiar coz she inserts a lot of Christcuck themes (the ability to seek knowledge & weave through lies of deceit) for some reason, but since she's Japanese, she does not have the same mental hang-ups such as Ghost daddies, or zombie Jesus that most Christians have. She focuses more on the Awakening message of Christ. She's not even Christian if I recall (nobody knows what she is. She's prolly a Buddhist/Gnostic hybrid.), which is also another reason why her music is so fresh to me. She has a better take on the christcuck doctrine, than most actual christians, ayy lmao!
Oh and for the record, these two songs that are attributed to her, are fake.
https://www.stlyrics.com/songs/n/nakash ... 38459.html
https://www.stlyrics.com/songs/n/nakash ... 38460.html
These both sound like typical Antifa drivel, which is not her mindset at all.
First off, she got into the business through the Yakuza, who are Shintoist Imperialist Nationalists. Mika's lyrics contain so much gnosis that I have a hard time believing that she would insert so much religious imagery into her music, if she actually hated religion.
I've noticed that about American fans of Jap produce, Americans always love to insert their commie belief systems on to Japs for some reason, when Japs are all about the family unit, and putting the Clan before yourself.
I've been a Mika fan since I was a teen. (I don't like her or anything. I just relate to her music whenever she's not singing some stupid love ballad lol.)
She's the same exact age & birth date as me. We're from the same underworld culture in Japan. (Her tats on her ass were inked by a Yakuza tattoo artist.)
I know her writing style well enough to know that whenever she does write an angsty song, she generally has an enlightenment/Awakening message instead of one that just demonizes people who disagree with her views. She's not American, lol. That's not the way she thinks, or even behaves.
I pretty much grew up to her music, and the shit that I usually hear from her center around
a psychological struggle of existence.
https://www.nationthailand.com/life/30204562
Nakashima relates her feelings with heart-wrenching lyrics such as:
“I was only thinking of disappearing, I was sick and tired of singing, all the things that I was sure to like looked crooked to my eyes, I felt as if I was only a piece of junk.”
The raw anguish Nakashima felt as she struggled with an ear problem that halted her career for six months beginning October 2010 has had the silver lining of providing her with a fresh perspective on life.
“I wrote these lyrics honestly as I had no intention to tell lies or put on a show,” says the 30-year-old from Kagoshima Prefecture. “I felt, ‘No matter what others think of me, I’ll only write the truth’.”
She's a tragic character, because she's slowly going deaf and the more that she sings (the reason why she even has a fanbase to begin with.) the worse that her condition gets.
I do often ponder if she's related to one of the 13 families (Chairman Mao was a Rockefeller, as is Bill Clinton I believe. The Dragonhead Li bloodline from China are one of the 13 bloodlines.) due to her hollywood connections & her "Illuminated" imagery from her music videos. It's hard to tell though coz as I described from one of her videos, she's actually depicted as walking away from Satanic cults, despite herself struggling with intentions of joining, out of shame. Which is how they recruit you. They break down your psychological awareness, so they can remold you, but Mika's songs portray her, outright rejecting their influence regardless of how insecure they make her feel. It's a common theme with her music, she's always suffering but finds a way to maneuver around it, and these struggles even reflects in her real life, lol. How does one cope with going deaf, the more that you sing, when singing seems to be what makes her most happy? kek
I just thought I'd elaborate more on who Mika is, and why is such a big thing to me that a composite of women from my life, manifested in a dream as her. I view it as, the subconscious representing her as truth within my eyes, and that I can trust this person. Although her behaviors would've had me trusting her no matter what she looked like coz she was doing things that woman from my actual life have actually done and recreated them.
(In my real life, a pretyy girl once introduced herself to me, by grabbing my hand without even knowing who I was and directed me towards her. I was about to shout the bitch out until I got shocked by how pretty she was when I finally saw her face ayy lmao!)
Most dreams are bullshit, but lucid dreams are actually happening independent from you and is actually a shared consciousness.You can manipulate & influence it somewhat but ultimately the people you see within your dream are also living their own lives.
I believe that the Japanese dude who was in my group, was also dreaming in real life. He was actually cool looking.
He looked similar to that (I guess it's a Persona cos-play. I dunno), I just call him a fag coz he looked like a fag when compared to me, who's a bit bigger & brawnier.
He most likely just woke up from his dream before I did. It's funny coz from his perspective, the dream I had must've been a nightmare. For me it was enlightening, because I had a familiar lost friend guiding me.
I asked around about it, some people told me that she may have been a servitor, which is like a tulpa but they're there to remind you that you're in a dream, and that it's not actually real, or at least this isn't the same body that I have in real life. We all have bodies that serve as a vessel for our consciousness in every single plane of existence that exists. You're merely transferring your consciousness into these bodies.
Hilariously though, my dream version looks & is exactly the same as my real life self.
I'm even the same fucking height irl, which sucks. Although I did look head & shoulders taller than most people, only coz the only other people in that dream were Japanese. It shows that I'm so satisfied with my real world self that even in dream settings, I just appear as I already am lol. (just with slightly thiccer muscles, and cooler leather clothes made out of dead animal that just look like shit that I already wear in real life AYY LMAO. Mika in the dream was wearing a fur coat similar to what she wore in Venus in the Dark.)
It's impossible to actually die from a Lucid dream (you just wake up when you die in lucid), unlike in the Astral world or the physical plane (Physical plane is the reality you're in right now.) where you will definitely die.
Astral is generally the domain of Gods and sages. It's a personal journey somewhat similar to a vision quest but the entities you meet are actually real, like Mikalia's (damn Peterson's daughter has huge tits. She looks like the pornstar Tommy King. Not as feminine as Tommy though) so called Purple God woman.
What's different about the Astral world, is that it's a place of pure energy. Which is what we are when stripped of our meat body.
The Ethereal plane (where Lucid dreams generally happen although they sometimes transcend into lower Astral for a few seconds.) is like an international passage where you come across other humans, thoughtforms, and Archon, demonic entities. You have the potential to be fed upon through the influence of fear which is why this is the plane where Nightmares happen. The Astral plane feels as real as the physical plane that you're in right now, but the laws of our world are nonexistent. Well for the most part. You need to be guided by a sage otherwise the godly entities (which do appear to be what we would call aliens) will fuck your shit up, for being on the wrong block. Not unlike real life gangsters who fuck your shit up for not being from their neighborhood lol.
Inoki Stomps Fools!
Va11 Hall-a Faggot: He's such a Chad. I bet he fucks an Asian bitch every night.
CapN Jack: Who the fuk These moFuggaz? :lol:
Va11 Hall-a Faggot: He's such a Chad. I bet he fucks an Asian bitch every night.
CapN Jack: Who the fuk These moFuggaz? :lol:
Re: Lynchian Dreams
I'm working on the actual site you tent gook. Gimme some time. You don't give a shit about other posters anyway, only my drunk ass. I actually have to go through my notes to discuss it LOL, I don't keep a dream diary but I have random notes I kept aroundYou motherfuckers are some boring ass faggots. I recall the 'dream' thread being one of the more popular threads in the last forum and that was when we had 500 something members with 100ish active accounts.
Re: Lynchian Dreams
It depends on the subject. Dreams are generally random. Although I do understand them on a higher level than most since I actually read into meditation, astral projection and all that. Astral projections aren't dreams at all. It's just you in a pure energy existence. This is the plane that drug addicts often visit but can't make sense of. My posts weren't Astral though, it was just lucid. Lucid is far more interesting coz anything goes.Xed51 wrote: ↑Mon Jan 03, 2022 9:01 pmI'm working on the actual site you tent gook. Gimme some time. You don't give a shit about other posters anyway, only my drunk ass. I actually have to go through my notes to discuss it LOL, I don't keep a dream diary but I have random notes I kept aroundYou motherfuckers are some boring ass faggots. I recall the 'dream' thread being one of the more popular threads in the last forum and that was when we had 500 something members with 100ish active accounts.
Astral is a place of strict rules, just like reality. Except the stakes are higher, and their cops will anal probe your ass or some shit. (I've heard from multiple sources that if you venture far enough within the Astral that you eventually reach a Lab or hospital-like setting.)
I believe that anyone could participate in a subject about dreams. I can't disprove what they say, that goes against the nature of a dream. Although dreams do have their own inner logic, and it is easy to point out the bullshitters.
This type of thread was somewhat active in the previous forum, coz people just shot the shit & said whatever. A lot of the posts were interesting.
I just opened up with mine, because it legit felt real as though you were living it. It is real in a way. That world doesn't disappear after you wake up. It's a shared space that's manipulated by anyone who enters it around the same time.
I don't keep a diary of dreams either. That's fucking gay. I do record ones where you can actually feel human senses & interact with it in a fairly similar way as one does with the real world. I only do so, because it doesn't even feel like a dream.
WTF is a tent gook? The funny thing about my dream is that everyone was a Jap, but I was the only one who looked foreign as fuck complete with a big bushy beard. It sure made me miss how feminine women are in Asia. They don't try to out masculinity you like Western women do, because western women know that men around here won't dare to smack them across the head for being socially-retarded.
Inoki Stomps Fools!
Va11 Hall-a Faggot: He's such a Chad. I bet he fucks an Asian bitch every night.
CapN Jack: Who the fuk These moFuggaz? :lol:
Va11 Hall-a Faggot: He's such a Chad. I bet he fucks an Asian bitch every night.
CapN Jack: Who the fuk These moFuggaz? :lol:
Re: Lynchian Dreams
I actually had two very weird dreams in a row. Only part of the first one I would categorize as "Lynchian", but I own the website and I am chugging whiskey so I'll post whatever the fuck I want.
The night before yesterday, I dreamt that I was in Japan, but it did not look like Japan at all. I was hanging out in a small Japanese town, but it had been taken over by Italians, to the point where you could enter any business and speak Italian and anyone would understand you. (Which is just what happens in London LOL! Even their supermarkets have italian signs now.)
I was hanging out with a cocksocket who was actually a girl I knew from middle school. She was not pretty back then, and she wasn't in the dream, but I was still pairing up with her because I guess that's who I knew in Japland.
Through the dream I had a diary with an orange cover with me; I thought it was my own, but reading through it, I realized it was somebody else's.
I don't remember all the details but through the dream I was hanging out in this town, and in a neighboring town that was called "Tivoli".
Tivoli is actually a town in Italy lol.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tivoli,_Lazio
The part where it got Lynchian is when I got on a train, and for some reason the train resembled a military barrack. I was lying in a cot, trying to read the man's diary (who was either called Joseph or Daxter, I can't remember) and I remember he was into online games, and that he was a divorcee, but for some reason I assumed his wife died from his writing.
Either way, Cocksocket was lying next to me, but all of a sudden the barrack went dark because it was "too late" to have electricity, and an inspector came in to make sure that everything was dark, so all my properties were taken away, including the diary. Then some people came in to clean the wagon, and they looked very dirty and grimy, like the woodsmen in Twin Peaks The Return. The inspector eventually gets upset because one of them takes a whiff of cigarette smoke while working, and takes some water spraying gun to the walls, revealing that they weren't actually black walls, but colorful walls covered in dirt, essentially doing their job for them.
One detail I remember, is that when one of the cleaners took off his goggles, his eyes were all black. Not in that the eyes themselves were black, but they were covered in black mud to the point of forming an outline.
After this whole business was done, I tried to get some sleep in my bed with Cocksocket next to me, but I then realized that the whole line of beds next to me was populated by all my previous lovers in life. I turned the other way hoping they would disappear, but when I tried to achieve some loneliness, my first girlfriend from my teenage years got up, and told me that my mistake was thinking that love was measured in Euros instead of "Pounds" (which I understood as wordplay. Pounds is a measure of money in the UK, but it's also a measure of weight.) That's when I woke up.
My second dream, which I just had last night, started with me coming back to school. As in, my entire life after leaving school was just one big summer break before I had to come back. I had some trouble finding my seat but I eventually settled into the classroom.
We were alerted that the next hour would be "Music teaching" (just for some context. When I was in highschool that was a thing, but none of us gave a fuck and just did whatever during music hour.)
I realized I did not care, so when one of my classmates (who was actually one of my real classmates from elementary school, though I can't remember his name) claimed that he had asthma and could not possibly play the flute so he excused himself. I don't remember exactly what I said but I made some excuse to leave with him because I could not possibly give a fuck.
One detail I remember, is that coming out of the classrom, the guy said "He sent me away because he knew he had nothing he could possibly teach me."
After we left, a third guy was also with us. He was also in school with me, though not only can I not remember his name, I can't even remember which grade we were together lol. I don't know why I had my schoolmates on my mind during these past two days, school is not really a thing that is often on my mind in general.
We were in a car, and I realized we were close to my house, so I just told them we could hang out there and ditch school. We went to my house and discussed things for a while, and when I opened my living room door, I realized it was just another room in the school. I was back where I started, but someone I can't remember was there to take me away.
I did not have my glasses with me, so this person offered me a pair of glasses, which was extremely tiny and you were meant to hold them over your nose and look through the tiny lenses. I could not use them at all because it made me go cross-eyed, but I was told "they were very popular during the fascist era" LOL!
After a while the dream changed, and I was in my house again watching TV. I was watching italian anchorman Amadeus hold a "charity event" in the inside of a Yatch.
In my mind I immediately knew the "donations" to his "charity" were actually bribes for some higher project. At some point I was inside the ship with everyone else instead of looking at it from my TV screen. When he took his last bribe (which happened to be from actor Luigi Lo Cascio, who is the only other personality I can remember, but the yatch was full of italian tv and movie personalities) the floor started collapsing under him, but it was not an accident, it was like a staged event.
The true face of the ship was revealed as a sort of ice/gum hybrid where the skeleton of the ship was made of ice, but you could mold it with your hand like gum, to the point where I kept my hands on it to cool them because I felt they were too hot lol.
Amadeus was making some speech on how that was the image of the future but I kept ignoring him. After a while, the ice broke and the ship started flooding, and people orderly went thowards the exit.
I tried to get out as well, but the water pressure kept pushing me out, and after a while I realized that the ship was just as big as me, in the sense that I could not walk through the exits but only fit my fingers through them. I woke up as the water completely filled the vessel and I was thinking I will probably die lol.
The night before yesterday, I dreamt that I was in Japan, but it did not look like Japan at all. I was hanging out in a small Japanese town, but it had been taken over by Italians, to the point where you could enter any business and speak Italian and anyone would understand you. (Which is just what happens in London LOL! Even their supermarkets have italian signs now.)
I was hanging out with a cocksocket who was actually a girl I knew from middle school. She was not pretty back then, and she wasn't in the dream, but I was still pairing up with her because I guess that's who I knew in Japland.
Through the dream I had a diary with an orange cover with me; I thought it was my own, but reading through it, I realized it was somebody else's.
I don't remember all the details but through the dream I was hanging out in this town, and in a neighboring town that was called "Tivoli".
Tivoli is actually a town in Italy lol.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tivoli,_Lazio
The part where it got Lynchian is when I got on a train, and for some reason the train resembled a military barrack. I was lying in a cot, trying to read the man's diary (who was either called Joseph or Daxter, I can't remember) and I remember he was into online games, and that he was a divorcee, but for some reason I assumed his wife died from his writing.
Either way, Cocksocket was lying next to me, but all of a sudden the barrack went dark because it was "too late" to have electricity, and an inspector came in to make sure that everything was dark, so all my properties were taken away, including the diary. Then some people came in to clean the wagon, and they looked very dirty and grimy, like the woodsmen in Twin Peaks The Return. The inspector eventually gets upset because one of them takes a whiff of cigarette smoke while working, and takes some water spraying gun to the walls, revealing that they weren't actually black walls, but colorful walls covered in dirt, essentially doing their job for them.
One detail I remember, is that when one of the cleaners took off his goggles, his eyes were all black. Not in that the eyes themselves were black, but they were covered in black mud to the point of forming an outline.
After this whole business was done, I tried to get some sleep in my bed with Cocksocket next to me, but I then realized that the whole line of beds next to me was populated by all my previous lovers in life. I turned the other way hoping they would disappear, but when I tried to achieve some loneliness, my first girlfriend from my teenage years got up, and told me that my mistake was thinking that love was measured in Euros instead of "Pounds" (which I understood as wordplay. Pounds is a measure of money in the UK, but it's also a measure of weight.) That's when I woke up.
My second dream, which I just had last night, started with me coming back to school. As in, my entire life after leaving school was just one big summer break before I had to come back. I had some trouble finding my seat but I eventually settled into the classroom.
We were alerted that the next hour would be "Music teaching" (just for some context. When I was in highschool that was a thing, but none of us gave a fuck and just did whatever during music hour.)
I realized I did not care, so when one of my classmates (who was actually one of my real classmates from elementary school, though I can't remember his name) claimed that he had asthma and could not possibly play the flute so he excused himself. I don't remember exactly what I said but I made some excuse to leave with him because I could not possibly give a fuck.
One detail I remember, is that coming out of the classrom, the guy said "He sent me away because he knew he had nothing he could possibly teach me."
After we left, a third guy was also with us. He was also in school with me, though not only can I not remember his name, I can't even remember which grade we were together lol. I don't know why I had my schoolmates on my mind during these past two days, school is not really a thing that is often on my mind in general.
We were in a car, and I realized we were close to my house, so I just told them we could hang out there and ditch school. We went to my house and discussed things for a while, and when I opened my living room door, I realized it was just another room in the school. I was back where I started, but someone I can't remember was there to take me away.
I did not have my glasses with me, so this person offered me a pair of glasses, which was extremely tiny and you were meant to hold them over your nose and look through the tiny lenses. I could not use them at all because it made me go cross-eyed, but I was told "they were very popular during the fascist era" LOL!
After a while the dream changed, and I was in my house again watching TV. I was watching italian anchorman Amadeus hold a "charity event" in the inside of a Yatch.
In my mind I immediately knew the "donations" to his "charity" were actually bribes for some higher project. At some point I was inside the ship with everyone else instead of looking at it from my TV screen. When he took his last bribe (which happened to be from actor Luigi Lo Cascio, who is the only other personality I can remember, but the yatch was full of italian tv and movie personalities) the floor started collapsing under him, but it was not an accident, it was like a staged event.
The true face of the ship was revealed as a sort of ice/gum hybrid where the skeleton of the ship was made of ice, but you could mold it with your hand like gum, to the point where I kept my hands on it to cool them because I felt they were too hot lol.
Amadeus was making some speech on how that was the image of the future but I kept ignoring him. After a while, the ice broke and the ship started flooding, and people orderly went thowards the exit.
I tried to get out as well, but the water pressure kept pushing me out, and after a while I realized that the ship was just as big as me, in the sense that I could not walk through the exits but only fit my fingers through them. I woke up as the water completely filled the vessel and I was thinking I will probably die lol.
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Re: Lynchian Dreams
I'm having a weird dream today.its a dream within a dream.in a dream within a dream for some reason it probably a lucid dream because i know it was a dream and i can control and want how the storyline end but the moment i woke up within my first dream i can't control it because i thought it wasnt a dream.
Here how its started, i was sitting inside a moving vehicle i think i'm not the one who driving it as i looking the right side window i see beautiful greenie places no one there accept for one giant harmless cow. For some reason i was transported to somewhere else now i'm in a places looks like africa jungle and there is a giant bull chasing me. As i running i see the Giant bull transform into a an elephant and then it transforms back into a angry bull. The bull tackle me and its horn stuck in my crotch i was screaming in pain and bleeding as the bull lift me up with its horn.
This is the moment i think this is all a dream,maybe because i don't feel pain not to mention the whole sequence of me being chased and tackled by the bull is happened in 3rd person view. What i mean its like watching tv a main character being killed the main character is looking like you. And i want this dream end in a good way. This time i was in a first person view,im in a floor and pickup a rock.the view change from a third person perspective again,i'm just watching myself using that rock smashing into the bull's head exaclty just like i wanted for though fpr some reason my crotch is already free from that bull's horn. The bull died and i woke up.
I was still in a dream but i don't realized that i was still in a dream. I go outside of my house,my pops ask me to grab something, he want to bring me there but i said i can drive his 4x4 and i show him a key,turn out it was another car key, i tried to go inside my house to get the 4x4 key but my pops said wait put that key here. This is weird part my pops open a car door but that door kinda have a double door.a small door on the car's door revealed a dashboard.i put the key in there.
Now this is the most weirdest part. My pop said something that when his friend checking this car this evening he said he saw me on a door naked.i even come out standing in front my dad's friend and staring at him. I said to my pops i swear it wasnt me i was sleeping.but my pops was like "oh yeah? " he started to wearing helmet and climbed up his Scrambler. I was explaining to my pops it does happened before,mom said she heard doing a jump rope at night but i don't remember ever doing it, i was sleeping maybe i'm sleep walking or i have split personality disorder. But my pops didn't listen at all what i said he bobbing some kinda wierd music while still on his scrambler for some reason i can't see his face only his helmet i don't where this music came from it can't be frim scrambler. This is the moment i become violent and start smacking my pops head with my fist. My pops stop whatever his doing and standing there. And then i woke up. I am truly woke up now in reality and not trapped in a dream.
Here how its started, i was sitting inside a moving vehicle i think i'm not the one who driving it as i looking the right side window i see beautiful greenie places no one there accept for one giant harmless cow. For some reason i was transported to somewhere else now i'm in a places looks like africa jungle and there is a giant bull chasing me. As i running i see the Giant bull transform into a an elephant and then it transforms back into a angry bull. The bull tackle me and its horn stuck in my crotch i was screaming in pain and bleeding as the bull lift me up with its horn.
This is the moment i think this is all a dream,maybe because i don't feel pain not to mention the whole sequence of me being chased and tackled by the bull is happened in 3rd person view. What i mean its like watching tv a main character being killed the main character is looking like you. And i want this dream end in a good way. This time i was in a first person view,im in a floor and pickup a rock.the view change from a third person perspective again,i'm just watching myself using that rock smashing into the bull's head exaclty just like i wanted for though fpr some reason my crotch is already free from that bull's horn. The bull died and i woke up.
I was still in a dream but i don't realized that i was still in a dream. I go outside of my house,my pops ask me to grab something, he want to bring me there but i said i can drive his 4x4 and i show him a key,turn out it was another car key, i tried to go inside my house to get the 4x4 key but my pops said wait put that key here. This is weird part my pops open a car door but that door kinda have a double door.a small door on the car's door revealed a dashboard.i put the key in there.
Now this is the most weirdest part. My pop said something that when his friend checking this car this evening he said he saw me on a door naked.i even come out standing in front my dad's friend and staring at him. I said to my pops i swear it wasnt me i was sleeping.but my pops was like "oh yeah? " he started to wearing helmet and climbed up his Scrambler. I was explaining to my pops it does happened before,mom said she heard doing a jump rope at night but i don't remember ever doing it, i was sleeping maybe i'm sleep walking or i have split personality disorder. But my pops didn't listen at all what i said he bobbing some kinda wierd music while still on his scrambler for some reason i can't see his face only his helmet i don't where this music came from it can't be frim scrambler. This is the moment i become violent and start smacking my pops head with my fist. My pops stop whatever his doing and standing there. And then i woke up. I am truly woke up now in reality and not trapped in a dream.
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Re: Lynchian Dreams
I'm not ready for this thread but it seems deep /spooky
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