Life is but a dream.

It is honestly difficult for me to wake up most days. When I come back into this waking reality, sometimes my first thought is to go right back to sleep.

I don't want to be conscious today. I don't want to deal with all of this bullshit.

To be frank, I feel more alive when I dream than I do when I am awake in this life. I think about when my time does come, how lovely it would be to just close my eyes, drift off to the unlimited possibilities of my dreams, and just never open my eyes here again.

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My dreams are places of love and support. They are more often than not safe spaces where I communicate with my mother and various different guides, encouraging me to keep pushing forward against adversity. They have been the guiding force behind my courage to speak up.

I know there is something more to them as I have witnessed some of them play out in real time as I am awake. The messages I receive have proven to be relevant to experiences I will have and choices I will make before they ever come across my radar. I keep a journal where I document the symbolism and decipher the divine guidance being fed into my awareness from the superconscious through my world of dreams. Dream working has been a crucial part of how I have learned to process childhood trauma and discover who I really am underneath all of the painful layers slipped over my mind by my family and society.

The dreamscape is part of what is known as the astral realm. Back in April of 2024, when my spiritual awakening was deepening rapidly, I found myself at a music festival called Astral Project. The final night of the festival, I was sitting inside of a building they called the Lucid Lounge. It was in this space where I became aware of how life is but a dream—sometimes a nightmare. Regardless, I woke up within it. I became lucid.

I don't want to get too detailed about my full experience in this blog post because this is a chapter within my book, but the moment that triggered it all was a playing card. A friend of mine overheard me telling a guy that just before coming, I experienced a powerful dream, communicating with my mom and grandparents about something big that is happening in the world that I am apart of and helping them rise to even after death. She held out the card for me to take.

"A stranger gave me this earlier. He told me I would know who it is for when I cross paths with them. This was meant for you."

It's true; I am so supported in my dreams. Since the day my mother was murdered, she has visited me, loved me, and supported me when I have felt so alone and lost. As I have found myself ostracized for being a truth seeker, my dreams have been filled with loved ones guiding me to keep pushing forward towards what is right even if no one else sees what I see yet.

The difference between my dreams and this world we are currently living in is how warm they feel—where anything is possible. In this world, sometimes things feel hopeless. Like the name my uncle gave his RV campground, it feels like a Pointless Place—where no matter what I do people will hate me, even if my actions are about honesty and working towards a better world. I just watch on as people that create harm intentionally receive praise and protection by people that claim to know God.

In a world made of illusions and lies, I have learned that people don't like the truth. It threatens what they have been taught to believe. The comfortable bubble of their entire reality is at stake when the truth challenges everything they think they know about a person, place, organization, government, belief system, etc. Many people would rather continue believing in the lie than face harsh truths that are often painful to confront. No one likes to admit they were wrong or were deceived.

Seeing things for what they are has made me an outcast in many spaces, including my own family. I have experienced the same trauma as everyone else and then some, but no one offers me any care or concern. I have the backbone to talk about my experiences and say how I feel openly rather than talking shit behind closed doors and gossiping like everyone else does, so therefore, I am the bad person in their eyes. They don't view me as worthy of their love, care, or concern in regard to my mother's death or the abuse I have endured.

My dreams are my reminder than I am never really alone even when I often feel like I am as I continue to work towards exposing what is done in the shadows. People can hate me, call me the villain. They can believe whatever story they want to believe about me to justify their emotional neglect and support of abusive behavior. They do not know who I am as a person, much less on a spiritual level. They do not have the vision I have.

I was not born to be a sheep with wool growing across its eyes, following a herd to my demise. I am the owl with eyes wide open, seeing clearly through the darkest of nights. I watch my own back because I can see from many perspectives. I make my presence known with my voice when others forget I exist. I call out even when my voice is the only one speaking into the void. I ask questions to uncover deeper truths that people and systems would rather keep hidden.

Who? What? When? Where? Why? How?

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I dream that one day the truth will come into the light. I dream that one day those that intentionally cause harm will have accountability for their actions in this life, not just the next. I dream that one day humans will care about what happens to the other humans, other creatures, and our planet. I dream that one day others will hold the same vision I do. I dream I will find the people that support me and help me bring all of these dreams into reality.

Some people choose to misunderstand me based on their own distorted perception of reality created by others. Some people choose to see my authenticity and honesty as hatred. Some people choose to see my quest for truth and accountability as selfishness.

All of that is their problem, not mine. I am done with the price tag attached to fake love and care. I am the real deal. I am being the change I want to see in the world. I do not exist to live up to the expectations of anyone but myself. I love the person I am and who I am becoming each and every day.

The nightmare they want me to live is not my dream. I will keep dreaming regardless of what anyone wishes to believe about me. If I can dream it, I can create reality from it. This life is whatever I dream it to be.

Remember to be curious, question everything.

Most of all, stay sweet honeybee.

Sting where it counts.

—Autumn Brooke, Electric Honeypot 💜🐝♾️

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