It has been about 10 years since I've deliberately walked through that purple tinged door. I did it twice back then, that seemed enough at the time. I'll never be the same of course but I'm back to the get up and go to work, family etc. life that you see on old 50's sitcoms.

Last night, around 2 am, I woke up from a vivid dream about my childhood and I recognized a presence, this presence seemed annoyed that I noticed it? The presence was busy deconstructing or gathering info about that dream and I guess I wasn't supposed to be aware of it?

Are we simply some sort of efficiently designed experience gathering device?
Have they nailed down the dmt dream connection these past 10 years?
Who is using us? Is it benevolent?
I hate the thought of being used, but what the hell?

This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.

Your guides/higher selves. Dream time is testing time. Will you pass?