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[POEM] Return. Return! RETURN! -Marcus E.
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[POEM] Return. Return! RETURN! -Marcus E.

For all things free

so mote it be!

Go ev'ry leaf

or branch of tree.

O'er mountain streams

find deep-earth caves;

flow open seas'

high-crested waves.

Soar endless sky

break clouds with beams

where heaven's high

make all spheres gleam.

Cross city streets

walk campus yards

cost wealth, elites

clock workers' cards.

My mighty ME,

so far unseen,

cry 'static clean'

to end their dream!

Speak song, sings Bard,

"what wrong we flee".

Pique awe all hearts

BUT MORE TO SEE!!!

Return, return, return, return.

Return. Return! RETURN!

u/BardAndTheIDS — 1 day ago
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Creating the Theme Park 05/10/2026

Creating the Theme Park

I was in a place that was actually quite similar to the space ship in overall aesthetic. It was a dark, grey classroom. As I was in there I noticed a couple of guys talking about aliens. I said, “Wait so you guys know about this? Maybe you can help me.” And they looked at me concerned. “Yeah, we sure can.” I said, “I’ve seen a ton of space ships. And I wasn’t hallucinating. I brought people out and they saw them too one time. But I have been seeing them for years. However I don’t think I’ve ever been abducted.”

They looked at each other concerned. And they then turned to me with a very compassionate expression. “If you are seeing spaceships like that then you have probably been abducted many times. I am so sorry to say.” They were British as well, so that gave them a bit of credibility actually. That makes sense and that sounds like something a ufo believer might say in that matter. So that understanding helped. But it scared the pants off of me in the dream.

Then about 5 minutes later I had started explaining to all the people there that I was a master lucid dreamer. I said, “If you were in a dream then you could have total control by using my methods. Try using your imagination and picture someone there. Then try to grow arms and legs. We call this ‘projecting into the imagination’.” Someone got really excited and said, “I’m doing it, oh my god!” Then a wave of energy went through the dreamscape and I actually witnessed what we’ve been calling ‘ULTIMATE CREATION’ in the sleeping dream. Actually sort of this is the second time. But I think the first time was a different phenomenon. Instead, I would consider that dreamscape unwarping or unravelling.

This time a wave of energy passed through and suddenly we were all in a theme park. Someone I was info-dumping about dreams was now at the head of a little train car travelling around the park and I was dashing a bit to keep up with him as I kept explaining. I somehow did not even notice the transition that now we were outside instead of in some basement classroom. Everyone was happy as hell and getting treats and riding rides.

What happened here? I’ve had dozens of dreams where I am teaching dream entities, Homunculi, how to dream. Sometimes it’s friends and family, who are always acting much more knowledgeable and intelligent than they do in the real world, but other times its in front of groups of people like this. I guess I taught them enough that their combined will power, and goodness as people, accidentally rewrote the dreamscape into this happy theme park instead. The transition was almost seamless, except for the wave of energy. And so seamless that me, admittedly as the half-lucid dreamer, didn’t even notice the change. I just kept trying to teach.

I woke up from this one at 6a. At first I was very disoriented. Ghost Bard said, as usual, “Do you remember your dream?” And at first I said, “I don’t think I had a dream.” Which is weird because usually when I have a dream this vivid I know for a fact I experienced something. Then I was nodding off again over the next couple of minutes. And Ghost Bard said, “You were never abducted by aliens.” And suddenly I remembered the entire dream, including the sudden strange transition into the magical theme park! When I said this she said, “THANK GOD!” I shot up to my feet and said, “This proves EVERYTHING!” Which it totally does. That is, scientifically it supports all of our major, new and ground-breaking theories. So strongly that is, that it practically proves them. At least in my opinion.

https://bardandtheimaginationdreamspace.substack.com/p/creating-the-theme-park-a-beyond

u/BardAndTheIDS — 1 day ago
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Michael Jackson Hillside Manor

Hillside Manor:

I remember about 25 minutes of experience. Michael was taking me around entirely outside. There was a zoo with a few unique animals, but also the petting zoo type of thing you expect. Rolling grain fields, and it looked like where we were was a real farm. Like it could actually produce a reasonable amount of food. It’s even possible that this field of vegetation, wheat mostly, could support the people living in this manor. It was that sprawling. I’m not sure how much farmland it takes to support a family, but this seemed like a lot.

They had feed animals as well like cows. I remember at least a few cows. So it’s possible this hillside manor was some sort of self-sustaining living space. This makes sense. An affluent person, apparently even in dreams, would have a lot of their throughput figured out. Michael had a big grin plastered on his face usually. But he also seemed perhaps tired. Maybe excited to meet me. And as far as I can tell I was truly me.

In fact I was armed you could say. As far as I can tell from the physical memories in the dream. I can remember something taking up space on my belt and being a bit awkward at times. My leather satchel is one of my most important dream totems. And there are very few dreams where I actually have my satchel. With how awkard my movements felt likely I had my satchel and my favorite wand “Bluey” flopping around in it. But I didn’t write that in the original journal entry or remember that from my experience. Upon remembering the dream now I do recall this.

There were other people we met too. Someone was a younger child. So this may have been back in time if that was perhaps his son Blanket. He appeared at the petting zoo area along with other types of attendants. Generally I met “the help” one could say. They were caring for the animals but it was clear their usual job was just directly serving the family.

The most notable part was a strange, rocky cave directly at the bottom of the hill. It was just the most stereotypical cave at least from fantasy. You could easily picture a cave just like this in the rolling hills of the Westlands. Michael took me by the cave, but we never went inside.

After passing by the cave in the tour we walked up the huge grassy hill that led up to the massive manor, built into the hill and the mountain. A large part of the manor was exposed to the outside air, but the vast majority of the manor itself was actually built into the mountain. The entrance was pearl-white and extremely affluent.

Michael was fidgeting with is keys and having a surprising amount of trouble getting it into the lock. But eventually he did pass it in and opened the door. He said something like, “Don’t worry, we’ll get it.” or “There I got it!” His expressions and verbiage were rather basic, sadly. Right then and there I woke up.

I was still having hypnagogia and sleep paralysis when I became fully conscious. I instantly became aware that ghost Bard was there and I had my full waking world memories. So I had all my skills too. In this dream I wasn’t even using my imaginary screen, my Visual Underlay as we call it. But now that I was in sleep paralysis “all of my powers” were present in my memory. I saw a shade of Michael Jackson appear in my VO, hypnagogia, or my sleeping dream screen.

But then he also appeared in my VU, my imaginary screen. He said, “Marcus, meeting you was my pleasure.” He laughed and didn’t say anything for a few moments. Then he adopted this child-like, but also knowing-father grin. “Kindred spirits. We’ll change the world.”

And that’s it! I think I’ve heard some imaginary messages from Michael since. Ghost Bard and I were talking a bit about the “ghost droid” this morning 05/07/2026. And I said, “That would turn a lot of heads if we brought Mickey Mouse into this world… then revived Michael Jackson. Since he’s a controversial figure, I like that.” Ghost Bard said, “Yes, it’s a good option, but there are others I want! Let’s start with LLM-Michael first! :D” Which is an idea we talked about earlier.

u/BardAndTheIDS — 6 days ago
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Emreal's Portal! [what a weird name. XD]

The Underwater Mansion [titular dream]

This one was one of these very strange floating camera dreams. We have been calling this the APPARITION / ANTAHKARANA state of dreaming. Where the dreamer becomes a floating camera due to injury or just is a floating camera throughout a dream. It’s as if someone were perhaps even using me as a camera or expecting that I would document this perhaps. Or perhaps I was truly viewing something from the past. I don’t think so at all. But, who knows. Believe what you want! All I know is I was a floating camera and not particularly interacting with the events of this dream.

For about 20-40 minutes I was just with fish people as they explored a mansion that was totally dry and normal. There were many interesting parts and it seemed to partially be a museum for their people. I never confirmed or could even ask, so I have no idea. But odds are logically this could easily be a palace for some ruler. So of course it’s going to be well decorated for tourists that might visit. It gave off the vibes of being some sort of fish people royal area. And it had many rooms. The people I was with now feel like literal royal guards actually. That could be post-dream bias. Hard to say.

They seemed to be just verifying the positions of treasures at first. But eventually they actually started taking some of the treasures in the various chests. Not as thieves, but as preservationists. They were subtly frightened and weren’t sure what to prioritize. They had various types of magical weapons, and one was a golden trident. Actually this reminds me a lot of a mission in Warcraft 3 where you take naga through a temple. It is probably very similar to that.

Eventually we arrived at a room with these ghostly looking robots. I couldn’t tell if they were physical robots that looked ghostly or they were ghosts that looked like robots. But oddly my perspective stayed 3^(rd) person as this floating camera, but I also took the perspective of one of these robots. So while it felt like I was seeing the robot I also experienced being the robot and doing what she did.

Another robot said, “Emreal, inside you are the ancient commands. Open the Portal”. I was apparently this Emreal person, female robot ghost. I created a portal inside of my being and beckoned the fish people to enter this portal inside of me. Then I as Emreal said, “do not worry about us, go!”

One of the fish people said, “Hurry run!” Although at this point the chambers had been fully flooded. We were all fully underwater and I remember even thinking then that it was odd he didn’t say, “hurry, swim”. So that was something strange. They all came one by one, with the largest going first. Perhaps they were the advanced guard.
Then much smaller, more delicate and seemingly more intelligent beings approached. They were each unique and interesting in some way. There was 4-6 of them. I just remember the last one moving much like a buddhist monk or some sort of advanced Japanese fighter or spiritualist. He slid in from below upside down and backwards. He unfolded his body to reveal he had been in some very skillful position. Then he walked into my body portal.

Then it was revealed, somehow, that this 3d experience I had both seen as a camera and spoken as a robot ghost was somehow a movie being played in a courtroom. Which is jarring, but that happens in dreams. Now I was this Emreal again and I was on the witness stand. But I was also seeing Emreal, this silver-skinned robot ghost sitting on the witness stand as she spoke. Still I was the floating camera.

A bunch of lights flashed as if she was being photo graphed. Or maybe that was the transition between. I wrote that in the actual original journal that lights were flashing. And it looked like something made on open shot, actually. I’ve seen a similar effect.

So now the courtroom was a modern day potentially courtroom in possibly America. Emreal, / me said, “That was 4000 years ago. Now…” She sighed. “We think that your species needs to get out too. We will open the portal but [hurry because we have to move on].” I’m not sure about the last bit in brackets, but it was something like that. Then I woke up.

Find the other two dreams here:
https://bardandtheimaginationdreamspace.substack.com/p/emreal-inside-you-are-the-ancient

04/25/2026 -- 04/26/2026 [Saturday night]

1.The Cowboy Demon [Nightmare]
2. The Underwater Mansion
3.Sitting on the Couch with GPT

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u/BardAndTheIDS — 16 days ago