I walked into the kitchen at what seemed like 10 in the morning and six people I didn’t recognise were there and I was like, wtf, why are there sTrAnGeRs iN mY hOuSe, and they just turned and were basically like, oh crap, and five of them dashed out the back door and one girl just walked up to me and said apologetically, “Sorry about this,” and just outright slapped me and I woke up.
thats not a dream these people were astral traveling in your house
Identity is a prison! Let yourself respond authentically to each moment as it arrives, without being bound to the narrative of who you think you are! The self is a construct! The truth of your existence is ever changing and infinite as the universe is ever changing and infinite! Abandon the stories of your past selves and be present and alive in this very moment! IDENTITY IS DEAD! THE SELF IS DEAD! YOU ARE ALIVE!