Morning of November 23, 2011. Wednesday.

This dream was somewhat prophetic in that bots (seemingly using a name-generator based on something I had posted several years earlier on an off-topic movie forum) ironically eventually overwhelmed and destroyed the music site I was a member of. From what I saw, there was only one other (anonymous female) person on the entire planet who understood it in a way that she did not need my actual source code (actually the only one to understand it at all, but that is a moot point - it did take me by surprise however - I was not at all used to people showing signs of awareness, especially at that level).

I am living elsewhere, not sure of the location, seems somewhat like a motel in some ways and has higher wall-mounted televisions - could be Madison, Wisconsin (there is sometimes a "Maidstone" synchronicity play on that which is a Melbourne, Australia suburb). Relatives that have died are alive and even quite healthy again, but this is a regular theme that never seems unusual at all when in a dream.

Within my dream are some sort of "ghosts" that can be felt but rarely heard or seen, but there is also a mythological feel that seems somewhat related to perhaps ancient "ghosts" from Mesopotamia (or perhaps a mix - including from ancient Egypt, Greece, and Rome). There is something about being able to read the world's first language that has not yet been interpreted - and how I can supposedly read it easily via fractal sequences. Also, there is something related to Gilgamesh and an absurd comment I read in real life about people who believe that Satan caused the ancients to write Gilgamesh to trick people into thinking the Bible was not partially based on those legends years later, as Satan knew what God was going to put in the Bible. It was possibly the most absurd religious dogma I think I had ever read at the time.

The main thing I remember from this dream is a "ghost" or mythological being (within a group of others in the same area) trying to trick me into looking at my reflection. Supposedly, if I look at my own reflection in this particular dream, it will change me in some way or perhaps kill me or even turn me into one of the beings or "ghosts" - because they want my power and understanding (including knowledge of "secret" mathematics and inverted symbol integration). There is a scene where other people come in and they say that they can easily sense these beings - their essence seems to be in the corners where the walls meet the ceilings, especially near wall lamps, mounted televisions, and such. I am not sure if this is because the "ghosts" are somehow drawn to exist more comfortably near electrical or magnetic (or electromagnetic) fields.

In my dream, I am aware that something we revealed publicly a few years ago is now being used to cause problems by generating names of bots (in real life) - have no idea who it is - I know that one person was intelligent enough to "get" it and did copy my work at a very basic level to alter movie titles into fictional or "not-yet-real" forms, but I doubt they would go on to waste such potential in that manner - the person, whoever it is, is touching exactly upon work I did with fractals many years ago - I know it came from my work - as I recognize elements (although it could have been passed from many others by now and greatly degraded). To use a facet of the Key to generate unusual random bot "names" is pathetic and pointless, kind of like using large amounts of vitamins, nutrients, or medicine tablets to annoy the populace by randomly dropping them on the heads of people or even how CGI is badly mismanaged in many movies these days.

I seem to have some sort of knowledge that prevents these "ghosts" from doing anything to trick me. They hold up a mirror when I look in their direction. I understand that somehow, this will create some sort of overpowering augmented thought or forced (via external source) mental pulsing or overwhelming physical force when it reflects back to me, somewhat like an endless delay in a (musical) waveform getting louder and louder and building on each previous delay layer or facet of energy exponentially until it becomes deafening - part of it seems somewhat like when you hold one mirror up to another and see the "tunnel of eternity". (I do not think it is a normal mirror - likely some sort of "magical" tool they have - not certain.) If I look at my reflection, it could seemingly destroy all of existence, just as the mirrors infinitely reflecting off of each other never manifest anything else other than the "tunnel" and only reflect "forever" until no more light is discernible.

I do see myself in the mirror for a very short time, but am not harmed, as I mentally am able to look away and avoid any potential danger. My face (entire body, actually) is bright, glimmering white light at that point, emitting triangular rays, with the only other feature being the (somewhat mythical, not mystical, feeling) eye-shaped thicker outline of my eyes or where my eyes would be, each very slightly like the Eye of Horus. I turn my head because a bright orange light starts to grow from the eyes of my reflection (both outward in range and in brightness) and would destroy a larger part of the world (with fire or lava?) if I continued to watch the reflection of my true, "limitless" form (this very slightly reminiscent of the Marvel Cyclops character) I have only concern and hope for my immediate family and a few relatives and friends. There is no danger, because of my knowledge - my mental state and personal history being like a strong "immune system" of a sort (even relative to "automatic" cause and effect in the physical world without doing anything - based on natural but hidden fractal continuity). I move on and fly home in the night, to my old house, resting for a short time in the trees, feeling much like a small bird. Sleeping in a tree in almost total darkness as a small creature brings such comfort and bliss.