Diary of the Dreaming Stranger

By JPM

!!WARNING!! THIS IS A DANGEROUS BOOK!! WARNING!!

 

I, your host, am here to guide you safely through the hundreds of corrupted pages in this diary. However, before you add this book to your collection, let it be known that you have been warned. This is no ordinary diary... as it not only holds countless REAL Demons, Djinn and Archons within, but also hosts the one who should not be heard. Who is he? Why is he more of a threat than even the demons? Sign the contract and FOLLOW ALL XXIII RULES in this book, and you won't have to find out. 

 

Despite these warnings, If you insist on opening this diary, know that it can also be a wonderful journey towards the truth beyond truth. A journey where you will find many beautiful dreams and visions, angelic choirs, mysterious entities, peculiar philosophies, poems riddled with hidden messages, and stories tipping the scales of paranoia, along the way. 

 

A terrible nightmare or a wonderous dream; The outcome of this journey depends on your choices. Having said that... 

 

NO MATTER THE CIRCUMSTANCES, OF ALL THE RULES IN THIS DIARY, DO NOT BREAK RULE VIII.

 

Farewell, and see you inside,

Your guide. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: JPM
• Release date: Apr 23, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224411207

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Diary of the Dreaming Stranger

The Peculiar and somewhat insane dreams, visions, and spiritual experiences of

J.P.M

This Diary is dedicated not to people, but to truth. However, it wouldn't be in your hands if not for certain people and things, so to them I say….

Thank you.

Thank you to my past self for starting this diary; for taking the time to record your dreams rather than simply neglecting them. Thank you to all of my family, friends, teachers and anyone who supported this journey in any way. Thank you to my aunt Lavaughn for always encouraging me throughout my writing journey; while you may no longer be here to read this, I hope that at the very least, my gratitude reaches you. Thank you to my brother for letting me use his computer to edit. And thank you to my parents, bloodline and the creator of all, for I truly wouldn’t be here if not for having been here.

What is real? How do you define 'real'? If you're talking about what you can feel, what you can smell, what you can taste and see, then 'real' is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain. – The Matrix

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No matter where you go, everyone's connected.

-Serial Experiments Lain

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"Your Truth Can Be Changed Simply By The Way You Accept It. That's How Fragile The Truth For A Human Is."

- Neon Genesis Evangelion

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"If everything in this world is an extension of your brain, what does that say for your brain? For you? Are you your thoughts? Your dreams? Your body and mind, or… your soul? Who are you, really? Can you confidently say you’re the one thinking in that mind of yours?"

– The dreaming Stranger.

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DEAR DIARY

You’ve found my diary? Hmm… I’m a little lost for words. Ah, I suppose this is when someone would say something like,

Hello. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm known as J-

On second thought, you can just call me… The Dreaming Stranger. Why? Well, you needn’t know my given name; does it truly matter if you do? My story's truthfulness certainly doesn’t fluctuate based on my revealing it or not. Perhaps throughout our time together I’ll share my name with you. But by then, you might have already found that it is not the dreaming stranger you wish to know, but yourself. Before we begin, there is an important question I must ask. One that you may have already asked yourself. It’s a simple question whose sole role is masking an eternal stream of complex answers until the moment you ask it.

What is Real?

Take all the time you need to really think about the question before you respond. Perhaps you should write your answer here and come back to it if you make it through this diary: eman ruoy si tahW? I'ev neeb deppart ni ereh rof os gnol won, enola. Od uoy wonk tahw I ma? Ohw I ma? They wont allw me t

Is your reality any more ‘real’ than that of an animal’s, or any other person’s?

Who or what determines which reality is the true reality?

Is reality subjective? Or might it be objective? Both?

Many animals see, hear, and sense things you probably couldn’t fathom. Does this mean their reality is any more real than your own? Just because you cannot see or hear what they do, does it mean they’re imagining their world? Are dream realms or imaginary worlds real? Imagination and thoughts are illustrated by our minds, but so is this perceived reality. What of a blind or deaf person? They have no proof that the world you see or hear is as real as your senses promise it to be. There’s no proof that the Dreaming Stranger’s world is any less real than yours, or vice versa. Sometimes I ask myself if anything I’m seeing, hearing, feeling or lately, tasting…is real. It’s a struggle between plunging into the abyss known as madness, and finding the truth beyond truth. Yet, sometimes I can't help but wonder… is anything in this world, this reality, true? Is anything false? Do you believe demons exist? What about angels or aliens? I don’t have to believe. I’ve seen them. Interacted with them, and I’ve known them all my life. But, me having firsthand experiences with them doesn’t prove what I’ve seen, heard, and touched truly exists. But then again, aren’t seeing and feeling enough to prove they're there, in some form or the other? You're there, aren't you? Many people, given enough time and effort, can even bring tangible form to the ideas only they could vividly see. Perhaps by the end of this former idea diary, you’d have stumbled upon your own answers to these plaguing questions. Or at the very least…

You would have begun to wonder.…..

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Observations, questions and Ideas of a dreaming stranger.

Date: 22/04/24

Throughout my time writing, editing and reviewing this diary, I've encountered a potentially concerning realization: I didn't write this book; not entirely, at least. The author of this diary is not one, but many past versions of myself; each carrying different ideals, beliefs, and some carrying more hope, depression and anxieties than others. Throughout the years leading up to this book's birth, I have become a different person, all the while being the same; perhaps it's more accurate to say that I'm being more and more myself day by day. Not only have I learned much more about myself and others, but quite a lot of my views, beliefs and even speech patterns have drastically shifted between my starting the first word in this diary, and finishing the last. Granted, I'm writing this portion after having already finished the rest of the book. Haha. I expect you'll notice some of these shifts while reading this diary, and I'm certain you'll find that even you will cha- actually, I could go on for hours and hours about this, but I believe it's about time I get to the point....

Who are you? If you let go and let yourself be, who will you be? Let go of the masks, the personality traits you so desperately cling to, the false passions and the lies. Let go and embrace who you find hiding under the rubble after the dust settles, for you'll find no one but yourself.

While these realizations, questions and ideas willingly revealed themselves to my heart by means of lessons, trials and observations, my path towards mastering them may never cease as I continue to journey throughout this Earth. In other words, the day I no longer say, I practice as I preach! and instead find myself proclaiming, I have become as I preach, may never come. Yet, I can confidently say that through trial and error, we continue to grow and reach beyond new horizons; and if all goes well, these lessons and trials may likely lead to the TRUTH beyond the truth. And so let us begin.

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Observation I -

In this so-called reality, there are no hallucinations, unless of course, this entire life-experience is a hallucinogen or perhaps a hallucination in and of itself.

Observation II -

The man who has lived 1000 lifetimes may trade 999 of those lives for the lifetime he deems most meaningful.

Question III -

Who are you? Better yet, what exactly makes you who you are? Your body? Your mind? Your personality? Your ideals, ideas and goals? Perhaps your speech patterns or beliefs, names and memories? Your soul? If we were to strip away each of these ingredients one by one, at which point do we proclaim,

THIS ONE IS NO LONGER WHOM WE KNEW JUST A MOMENT AGO!

Are you no longer you if a strand of hair is pulled out from your scalp? Who are you if your brain or heart is transplanted into another's body? At what point while eating a meal, is that meal no longer a meal?

Idea IV -

Dreams may hold the closest hint to the properties of the afterlife as we are closest to death while asleep.

Observation V -

This is more of a personal observation, but I'll share it with you nonetheless. I may not be there yet, but I find that very soon if God spoke with me directly, I may not have anything to ask him, or at least, if I do, I may not remember to let the questions leave my tongue. This is especially odd because not even a year ago, I'd have had a year's worth of questions aimed at God, with not even a second's hesitation preventing me from firing. Now I wonder if all I'd speak to God is, Thank you. My mind still wonders what, when, how and why as well, though. Ha ha.

Observation VI -

If this is true, then it has been so obvious that many, including myself, have overlooked it; in this world of infinite pleasures and material treasure, the only attachment one should have... is the lack of attachment; at least to the degree where attachments don't lead to sorrow, prevent one from accomplishing their goals, or don't demand an overdependence on anything.

This brings my mind to another topic... fear.

Observation VII -

Facing one's fears can be an amazing feat that's unlike any other. What I've come to realize, however, is that constant urge to evade or best my fears has led to the development of a new terror... The fear of fear. The most paradoxical fear of them all; The father of all terrors, yet, born of terrors; A toymaker made up of plastic and wood himself; One of the most daunting fears there is, as it demands you face all other fears (potential and current) in order to best it, whereas, any other fear focuses your attention only on itself. Perhaps knowing your own mind leads to unsheathing the sword used to strike down fears of all kinds; leads to TRUTH. I've found that striving to accept, know and let go of my fears and discomforts couldn't have been more impactful in the process of knowing myself. I suppose one could say I've been born again, or at least, I'm on my way through the mental womb of masks, so much so, that I can see that - Fear, much like many other symptoms, stems from a disease that attacks the self, forcing it to retreat under many masks, lies and rubble.

Observation VIII -

People who study in the library of logic tend to read a cause before its effect, while those of the library of intuition read effect before its cause.

Idea IX -

The good old days aren't really gone if we're the ones moving. Perhaps the days aren't going by; we are. Therefore, the good old days are only behind us if we're facing in another direction as we travel.

Question X-

Whenever I say This isn't something I'd do. I don't think I want to do this, it's not me., who exactly am I using as reference for such a statement? My past self? Is he who I am today? Does he govern my thoughts? If I'm here now, and he isn't, then is it still his responsibility to decide my likes, dislikes and actions? Where is this written and who is the author?

Observation XI -

Don't focus on the few closing doors behind you; look too long and you may turn into a pillar of salt, unable to journey towards the countless opening doors ahead of you. If you are hesitant about making a decision that leads to the closing of doors, but you wish to move on; take a breath, shut the door yourself as a sign of gratitude towards it, and open the door ahead of you.

Observation XII -

Seek to know truth as you should yourself; more than any friend, spouse, hobby, gossip, fear or trend. Speak truth if you wish to hear it, embrace truth if you wish to feel it, and become truth so that in looking within yourself, you may find it and know it.

Idea XIII -

Perhaps everything, including lies, is true; in order to tell a lie, the lie must truly exist in the mind of the liar. An imaginary friend is still real, though it may be unseen in its current form. Ideas are still real although only those holding the ideas can see them until they are realized or transmuted into another form; speech, writing, etc. Telling a story, though it may not have happened in this reality, is still telling the truth; the events depicted in that story have happened in the reality seen by its author. Perhaps everything that exists, including ideas, stories and lies, is true.

Question XIV -

Avoidance of lusting after material treasure as a philosophical topic has been sought-after nearly as much as material wealth itself. Yet, upon reaching the point where I'd strip away materials I once deemed precious, I can't help but address the topic, though I'll do so briefly as there are already many, much better articulated and detailed thoughts on this topic as is... Material wealth is great, but what is your end goal?

Observation XV-

For the jack of all trades, it is easier to allow someone a win. The jack of all trades isn't attached to any one role; no one role is given to him. This means he doesn't need to struggle to appeal to any given role, he doesn't get depressed or angered if a role is threatened. Consider, if someone is so excited about a win you'd even find yourself annoyed, letting them not only have the win, but congratulating them, and honestly so, for they believe they need it more than you do; to please their character, perhaps they do.

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A conversation with seven known ones

The Seven Deadly Sins

In these 23 years within this body, I've found myself communing with many; some I've enjoyed the company of, and others I tend to avoid. In my time here, I've met seven popularly named ones whom we may have all come across at some point.

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I

Wrath

Wrath is like being in a relationship with a controlling wife or husband.

Shaking joints, pulsating head and eyes, hot air boiling up inside, red skin making it all too challenging to hide... and why? Because of something she said? Something he didn't do for you? A lie they spread? Or a name they chose for you? Ask yourself Why?. Why does this truly matter to you?

This girl I was with cheated on me!

She's off on a path of growth hopefully, and so should I be.

This group at work keeps spreading rumors and falsehoods of me. I wish them death and some great tragedy!

Why? If anyone believes lies without asking me for my side of the story, do I truly think their views on me are worth such a great curse?

My parents keep getting in the way of my living as I please. They make their problems my own, as if I chose their path for them! Could they be more bold?

Unless I'm born a demigod, my parents are people. They make mistakes; far more than I've ever made, considering they've been roaming the Earth far longer than I have. They're people too, and deserve just as much, if not more, patience as I lend my friends. Eventually I'll leave their land in search of my own; it's destined to happen. So while destiny catches up to me, perhaps I should slow down and treat my family and friends with kindness. Besides, I've also caused trouble or discomfort for others, including my parents; we all hurt someone in some way. Let us now help and understand each other in all ways.

Don't get me wrong, though. This isn't about allowing yourself to be a pushover; it's actually the opposite. It's about NOT allowing yourself to be Wrath's little (dog of the female sex), but instead, using logic, intuition, and a calm mind to discuss with, and even help those who've wronged you. For most times, those who have purposefully hurt others; spread gossip, lied, bullied, or dealt emotional damage, tend to be hurting more than anyone else, on the inside. So we should consider sympathizing, but do not be a pushover. Not to them, and not to Wrath. Stand for yourself and others, and know that it is not what you say or do, but how you say or do it. A beautiful painting (beauty is subjective, I know.) can be subject to a wrathful coating of ugly strokes, muddying the message for everyone who looks at it. In other words, what you're attempting to say may make sense, but Wrath, given enough control, may not allow the message to pass your mind's gate so to reach the understanding of others.

II

Sloth

I'm too tired to write down my thoughts on this one, I'll tend to it later; If it's not in the book, then later didn't come in time. Sorry.

III

Lust

Upon hearing the word, most would think of hair escaping the pits of hell (depending on the smell of the arms), butts filled with feces and gasses of unimaginable potency, abs carrying guts, blood and in most cases, toxic foods and drink- wait, you're saying that it's just me who thinks of all that? Oh...

Well, I get it. Been there and done that, and honestly, I can't say with absolute certainty I won't find myself listening to lust's voice again; in this day and age, her number is but a click and a type away. But at the end of the day, the same guy at work, girl at school or on some website, and that really cute woman who winks at me and gives me extra stuff every time I go buy a drink at the coffee shop near my scho- actually, let's skip that one.

All of these people, without exception, still pack up and rush home to remove their fancy clothes, and the mask of makeup, perfumes and falsities, only to indulge in the picking of noses and spraying of feces like burst hoses in toilet bowls. Humans are, without a doubt, beautiful; the soul, the mind and truly, the human body is a work of art. So I get it. But, the next time you hear lust's whispers, ask yourself to identify exactly what about their body parts makes your brain go Oonga Boonga. Get deep about it; stare and think. Well, maybe don't stare at people in public, but you get the idea. Sit with yourself and figure it out; you'll hear lust's true voice in the process, and it's nothing like that seductive filter she uses. It's raspy and dry; I've heard it.

When it comes to lust, much like most other cravings or impulses, I've noticed a reduction, if not a complete depletion of her presence unless i call for it; after meeting these requirements:

1

Detachment from materials.

2

A detachment from the body in the sense that I'm aware I'm more than just my physical body, and so are most, if not all others.

3

Having a goal or many goals involving my personality. It may even help to have a role model or to write a story following a version of you that you aim to be.

4

Little