Tuesday Yet Again

It never fails: if it’s a work day, then all of the sudden I can’t get up. A significant difference from yesterday.

My dreams were annoying as I waited for my clock to count down the time, as usual. That low-sleep type of dream: realistic and headache-inducing. Ugh. I did, however, dream during REM sleep realistically and graphically about getting pregnant. I don’t know who the father was (it seemed to drift in an out of switching between male and female) but they were skinny and young. Very fertile to be successful on my first go at it because the next morning it became apparent that I was pregnant so I told my mom and dad who were conveniently sitting quietly at the table. I actually said to them, “Well, I’m going to tell you now since both of you are actually here together, which doesn’t happen often at all, that I’m pregnant.” My sister was really excited because then our kids would be growing up as cousins about the same age. Then I said, “I’m going to need to go shopping for toys,” and she replied that she has plenty of toys to share.

Damn biological clock.

I was thinking the other day about Failed Relationship (yes, it pops up at least once a day because it bothers me to no end that I failed something) and I wondered if it would have been different if we both were idealistic and young. The ridiculously obnoxious screaming priest said in his homily that older married couples say that they love each other so much more and deeply after all these years, more than when they were first married. Yes it makes sense because of the psychologically approved steps in romantic love that it would mature if you make it that far. That’s what got me thinking, because he had a failed marriage, himself. Besides his accusation of me always being 10 steps ahead of him in life, well, he was 10 steps ahead of me in the relationship-sense. New couples tend to be all over each other because you just can’t get enough. I watch married couples walk together and they really don’t touch that much. When I was with him, I wanted to be in skin contact all the time: holding hands, linking arms, etc, because I just loved him so much. That new, young love. I realize at some point that phase would pass because you are in such close proximity after a while you don’t need to do that. He was married for a year or two, before it went bad. I realized during the time that he didn’t like when I did that, like it was unnecessary. Maybe it was because he didn’t need that anymore. That’s why I wonder if we were both in the same boat relationship experience-wise, would it have been different? He wouldn’t have had other experiences to pull on, not like me. I dunno. Speculation is speculation. I wonder what it’d be like for me to go back into a relationship again? What would be different for me? I’m no longer a greenhorn. Maybe more bluish.

Castlevania the anime on Netflix? Really enjoyed it. They need to release more!

Some of my debts are almost gone!!!! Hallelujah! I’m so STOKED to be able to rid myself of these! That way I don’t have to worry about it anymore and dedicate those payments to SAVING MONEY. AWAAAAH!

OK…that tears it.

No video games today…unless it’s on my DS. As my late post last night proved, I spent the ENTIRE DAY playing Assassin’s Creed Revelations and finishing it. Then I watched that movie and spent an hour and a half writing about it from my phone (ugh) because it was stuck in my head. MEANING….I got zero sleep. And all of my dreams were annoying and scary and not restful at all (ghosts and pretty much assassin’s creed stuff). I went to sleep wide awake, and woke up wide awake. Kind of a good thing, though because I heard Gable and rushed him outside so he could pee. I hate having shallow sleep dreams, which is exactly why I don’t nap. My shallow sleep dreams are always disturbing. Always. Like it’s the wrong mental plane for dreaming…half realistic and half fake to the point where I don’t always know which is which.

Last night I was complaining about my overly religious cousin in Alabama who is always asking for prayers about the dumbest things. Last night pushed me over the edge when she wrote, “prayers for the AC in [her husband’s, my direct cousin] car!” OMG. Stop asking for prayers about car seats and inane things like that!!! If there’s a problem, go fix it. No amount of prayers or faith is going to magically help the A/C work better in his car when it’s not life or death. If the car seat is broken, go get a new one. Let me get out there, that they are not poor. They’re not amazingly rich either, but they’re not poor. Prayer doesn’t work like that. You can pray, but go freaking do things instead of sitting around asking for prayers. My mom and I start arguing and she’s right that I’m flying a little off the handle about it because she means no harm by the statement, but to me, that’s the kind of person (unfortunately a pervasive type of religious thought prevalent in the south) who falls the hardest because in times of not great need they are asking for prayers and calling on God (unless you’re Catholic, you don’t believe in saints…it all goes to either the big guy or Jesus), what happens when something catastrophic happens and no help arrives? Kind of like crying wolf. My co-worker is Ethiopian Christian (which is super religious…my Catholicism is like a cakewalk compared to that) and she said something the other day which I thought was pretty awesome: she said (I don’t always understand exactly what she says with her accent) she doesn’t want to ask God for things because he’s already too busy with so many people and things much more important than our very minor issues. That’s the kind of caring thought I ascribe to. That’s the use of saints, btw, you don’t gum up the channel because there are other channels.

Prayer is a directly related to faith. Prayer is the vehicle to faith and hope and solace. Prayer in and of itself doesn’t accomplish anything tangible…which is why it’s usually about people’s well-being, for guidance, that kind of thing…not selfish, materialistic crap. Like a car or the lottery, though it doesn’t stop me from hoping. I don’t pray about it because that’s dumb, but haha. My mom used to work with a woman who truly believed and her church believed that if she asks God for money, he will give her money. She’s thinking cash. If you read the Bible at all, any mention of giving people cash? Hah. My mom eventually argued with her and she stopped believing that, but it just gives you insight to how people view religion. To me, that’s step one to religious extremism.  Things always work out anyways, and that “money, riches” you want will be given to you in some form but in order to receive, you need to what? Give. Do something that will make you eligible to provided for. You can’t just sit there and expect things to come to you on an conveyor belt while you watch TV, right? Faith can accomplish amazing things. No matter what religion you are or have. Even faith in humanity or life or time or existence. Because faith is hope. THAT is what Christianity is, btw. Love, faith and hope. Simple as that.

On the other end of the spectrum I freaking HATE another one of my friends on Facebook. I only know her through dog interests and I decided that aside from that I would greatly dislike her. Anyways, she’s constantly saying how glad she’s not religious and downing religion in every way. Which is fine in and of itself because that’s her prerogative and her right to believe whatever. However, it happens a lot with her and that’s getting annoying too. She could easily say that in a different way without bringing religion into it. These days I’m almost afraid to post anything regarding God or Christianity and God-forbid Catholicism, because it’s so taboo now and you’re immediately placed in the sheeple/weak-minded/anti-science category. So I stay away from it for the most part. So why is it then OK to shame, degrade, and flame?

Obviously I am really in my fighting emotional state. It’s like I have a chip on my shoulder.

Today I planned to do non-electronic things like crafty stuff and cleaning my room because I really am allergic to something really bad in this room. I would love to start something crafty again. Too bad I can’t afford anything. My ultimate goal with sewing is to make an Assassin’s Creed costume. That would be so cool. A Marth costume would be awesome too! Because I can make the armor and everything! This is when I wish I had more space to work with belt sanders and a workspace in a basement or a garage or something where I can spread out. What would I do with all of these costumes, though? Eh just the joy of making it is good for me.

A friend posted something in the Richmond Times Dispatch about how binge TV watching is ruining your life. Since my late teens, I made the conscious decision to not watch continuous TV shows or anime. I can trace it all back to spending an entire summer absolutely obsessed with Sailor Moon Super Stars. From the moment I woke up to when I had to pull myself away for dinner. Then I’d watch well into the night and wake up early and do it again. I was like a zombie. And then when it was over I was depressed, like, clinically depressed, for at least a week thereafter, looking for fanfiction, fan art, anything, to keep it going. When I finally shook it, it all hit me hard, the reality of what had just happened. I have an obsessive tendency. No more anime. No TV shows like that. I mean, when you’re binge watching, what are you accomplishing? Absolutely nothing at all. You really are like a zombie. No brain activity, no movement, a lot of times, you don’t even want to go to the bathroom. The movie tells you exactly everything: how the characters look, sound, act, how the world looks. Books do the same thing, but you are allowed the freedom and brain function of deciding and imagining on your own those details. Have you ever watched a live action and THEN read the book? You can’t get the image and nuances of the actor our of your head. The imagination is gone. Or even the other way around when you watch the movie and you’re like, that’s not how I pictured that at all. This is why I stick with books and video games. Video games mostly fall into a middle category where you’re told what things look like, but you control what is happening in your own time, and give an even more expansive story if you care to do side quests that expound on characters. They’re interactive books, at least the story driven ones. Some of the decision games allow you to shape the game to you liking. With movies and the episodic TV shows, I feel like I’ve wasted hours and days of my life with nothing to show for it. Books expand the mind because you used it. Video games increase hand-eye coordination and you still feel like you accomplished something. Movies leave me feeling like, yeah that was a good story, but I still feel like I could’ve been doing something.

Don’t get me wrong, I like movies, but it depends on what and with whom. Same with TV. I still love watching TV because it’s a good unwind, but I like shows where the episodes can stand on their own. Cops. Animal Cops. NCIS. Criminal Minds. And I love cartoons. Mostly for movies and TV shows I like tasteful things, though. I don’t like my mind turning into mush…unless it’s making me laugh. A good laugh. A silly laugh. Not a malevolent derision kind of funny. Also, I do watch anime, but only video game based ones. Those usually only have about 12-15 episodes. The OAVs. I guess manga fall into the mid-range too of the scale of brain activity.

Ugh. This is probably why no one likes me. Too complicated. Too critical. Too strange.



Assassin’s Creed Embers

Ugh. I should be sleeping right now but I made the mistake of watching this movie after finally beating Assassin’s Creed Revelations (and therefore clearing The Ezio Collection). So much about it was subpar to me and all in all I would have been perfectly happy (if not happier) having never have seen it at all. Especially the ending.

And the internet seems to agree with me. Except that I’m about 5 or 6 years late.

First off the graphics are really bad. My very first reaction was, this is going to suck. I don’t usually care about graphics because it’s the story and gameplay that matter to me but especially after playing through the 3 games this was just painful. Certainly doesn’t add anything to the movie…

How did it go from this…

…To these…?

But I kept watching. Thankfully they kept his voice, phew! It starts off well enough: Ezio is old now, trying to salvage what time he has left in life. He’s struggling to find the words to some letter he is writing. He has two young children all at the ripe age of 60 something…very old considering the time in history that this is…it’s amazing his kids don’t have autism or some such disability. Sofia doesn’t seem to have aged at all (though I’m not sure how old she was in Revelations) which means that retirement has not been nice to Ezio…though he seems happy despite a nasty cough. Pneumonia? Lung cancer? Probably pneumonia…though given how many ancient, sealed crypts he’s unsealed and broken into, it’s amazing he hadn’t died of some nasty mold years ago. Perhaps lung cancer it is.

Robbers? Nah. Templars and all enemies I’ve made will never find me here! You know…just the last of the Auditore’s. Da Firenze.

I’m grumpy, ok?

Then all of the sudden some young girl assassin from China shows up and almost wanders off with his daughter. Doesn’t she know not to go off with strangely robed foreigners?? Good job fathering, Ezio. He gets all grumpy and mean all of the sudden and it’s explained that he has given up the assassin life and wants no part of it in an effort to protect his family. Revelations ends with him stripping off his hidden blades and sword. That was annoying to me to see and completely unrealistic in spite of the relatove realism and logic of the rest of games so far. Even Altair understood that. By the time Revelations ended Ezio was so famous and infamous to Assassins and Templars and governments alike you honestly expected to live in a Tuscan villa outside Firenze, his hometown, without anyone ever finding you? Even if he’d dropped the symbolic weapons, I think it highly unlikely a lifelong killer would refuse to stock weapons in such an open and defenseless place like a villa. What about robbers and marauders? Bottom line is he was doomed from the get go of his retirement. He’d surely have known people would find him and come for him so he’d have a contingency plan ESPECIALLY given he had a family to protect. It doesn’t make sense.

Oh strange oriental female in robed costume and neato weapons wants to walk off with me? Sure let’s go!

On to the Chinese assassin. Interesting. But rather improbable. She didn’t even have a bag or supplies. A straight up foreigner expecting to live off the goodness of strangers? Haaaaa. And she travelled all the way from China, lost her mentor along the way, to meet grumpy denial Ezio and ask him to teach her how to save the Chinese Assassins. Chinese Templars follow her. Fight scenes. Old man still got some moves. He just tells her to love people. Then she just leaves and he gives her some mysterious item in a box but tells her not to use it unless she gets lost. Huh. Very anticlimactic. Apparently Chinese Assassins have hidden blades on their feet and not their wrists. Sucks. You travel on foot and horse from China to Italy and end up with basically nothing. 

But! That was the jumpstart he needed to find the right words to write in his letter. His coughing is very bad now and he insists on going into the city with his wife and daughter (wonder what they did with his son…no evidence of a nanny or anything…). He’s very tired and weak so they sit him on a bench and wander off to buy things. He watches them happily and then a strange young man crosses in front of his vision and sits down. This is where it gets weird. The young man complains about the ugly women here and how he wants to go to Roma instead of dumb old Firenze. Understandable. Youth. Ezio mumbles that the city isn’t the problem and starts into a fit of coughing. The young man grabs Ezio’s hands and smiles creepily at him. There’s this drawn out exchange of eyes and creepy smiling and the guy has this scar extending from his mouth. Ezio, to me, seems scared of the man. Then he claps Ezio on the shoulder and gets up. Ezio manages a small smile, looking at his daughter and dies much to the horror of the girl and his wife. But he didn’t die with a smile…I got the notion is was painful. 

Creepiest guy of the year award

Creepy eyes

Here’s the hand grabbing part. My initial inpression was he stabbed Ezio!! Omg!!!

I was…confused and shocked. Who was that young man? What was with the weird eyes and smiling exhange? Did he poison Ezio? That was my immediate conclusion, that the Templars got him in the end. The internet was ABLAZE with confusion and questions and arguments. Ubisoft officially said it was just a young representation of Ezio in his past juxtaposed with his aged self. However, the strange hand grab, the scary grinning, the fear in Ezio’s eyes, and the suddeness of his death, plus the unsettled looking pose on the bench as opposed to Altair’s peaceful looking death…all to me pointing yo foul play. I mean, the graphical quality as I’d mentioned was pretty bad so maybe the grinning was supposed to be a genuine grin? And the eyes, same thing? But the scar…and most compelling yet is this: 

Blatantly in the frame a red cross just barely noticeable. I claim foul play, no matter what Ubisoft says. Plus that guy is freaking ugly and since everyone else was depicted as good looking or cool (the ones fighting the Chinese assassin) I say there was a reason for his ugliness. That death was just too quick and his face too scared/knowing. 

It doesn’t matter in the end, because no matter how Ezio died (I guess a heart attack?) and I agree with some people’s thoughts that since Desmond, Connor, Edward, etc is decended from Ezio, that Ezio’s daughter became an assassin to probably avenge the death of her father which she possibly witnessed. Because otherwise how would she have known to become one? Ezio made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with assassins anymore and it’s very highly doubtful he would wish it on his daughter since he despised the life he led so much. 

Then again I guess she needn’t had become an assassin to pass down the genes…

Well. The truth is out there! Or not. Because nothing is true and everything is permitted.

I was glad to be done with the Ezio storyline though, because doggone it all he had 3 games to himself. Altair had only 1 and some screen time in Revelations. He was paramount to the Order, unlike Connor or Edward, influencing change, spreading the creed and giving focus to the assassins, but man he really did need that rest. Leave it to the young people.

I still wish I hadn’t seen that movie, but I feel better now.


Remember the other day when I posited, what if hauntings were rifts in time/space or realm/planes of reality? After reading about Titanic hauntings the thought occurred to me: what if happens the other way around too? Maybe all these sightings of UFOs or aliens are actually rifts of time/space/realm/planes to the future? That would make a lot of sense. Stonehenge. The Mayan (or is it Incan) stone depictions. Or even people who managed to master time travel in that 4th or 5th dimension? Then some spirits are not ghosts after all perhaps…just people who managed to figure out how to navigate the planes of existence. Observers, kids who got lost, bad people. It would make sense that if you could manage to manipulate and manage the time-space continuum that there would be dangers like getting stranded or lost. Or even if they are departed souls, they ran into the same problem of poor navigation or malevolent interference or even just plain I-don’t-want-to-go.

Speaking of souls, ghosts and spirits, maybe there’s one in my room now. Have all the stresses from this year worked together to make me vulnerable and therefore more attractive to them? For the last week or so I’ve been waking up to funky smells and poor sleeping and for the last 2 days my skin crawls the entire time I’m sitting in my room. Like right now. It’s crawling really badly. Itchy, or like things keep falling on my skin, little pricks here and there. That and extremely vivid dreams. There are other explanations like allergies, the spider the other day, dust, etc.

I’m in the thralls of my monthly emotional roller coaster. For the last 2 days and already today I’ve been feeling very sad and mad together. I keep thinking of him and today I woke up instantly crying. Unbidden, and unable to stop no matter how hard I tried. I miss him, I miss him, my head kept saying, and I was so overwhelmingly sad about all of it. Such an intense feeling all of the sudden like that made me wonder if he was thinking of me too. Gable came in the demand walkies because he had to pee and he was so cute. Even while trying to snap pictures of him and smiling, the tears just kept rolling. He stomped his feet and so I sat up to touch my girl lying silently at the foot of my bed and eventually my dogs pulled me out of it, letting myself get caught up in their excitement and happiness. Of course later after walking and a shower, I open up my Facebook and it kindly reminded me in my “On This Day”  of how last year on this day, we went to the movies together to watch The Secret Lives of Pets. The bittersweet memory…just like all the memories were. I loved him and being with him and doing things with him, but he always managed to put a damper on it somehow…like never smiling in any of the pictures I took (while I was with him it was a little understandable, but I always questioned whether he was happy to be with me. Was it the picture? Did he just not want other people to know he was happy with me? Towards the end it started to become more evident that he was embarrassed to be seen with me especially to his friends…was he ever happy with me?), refusing to eat the theater food because it was “bad and makes you sick,” or not wanting to eat like at McDonald’s or something because it was “unsanitary,” or not wanting to do something new unless I did it first. He mentioned that he always felt upstaged by me, that he was jealous of what I’d been able to achieve in comparison to him, that he couldn’t tell me what to do.

It all goes back to my own insecurity, as paradoxical as it sounds, that I’m too independent and dominant and confident…so much so that other people, especially males, are intimidated by me. Imagine if I had a doctorate and therefore authority in something. Not only is my personality like that, but my physical presence and build is like that too. I’m too intense. It’s hard to dial it back, though, because it’s who I am and when I get excited, it becomes more evident.

Well, those feelings this morning only proved to me that I am not ready to jump back into the game. I’d been toying with the idea.

…the skin crawling stopped.

Gable roachie.

Idiot at work is going to give me an aneurysm someday. Really. Her ultimate revenge for my coldness.

What if…

I’m on the supernatural portion of my fact book, and today while reading I had a what-if moment. You may have read about my ideas on paranatural stuff over the years, but here’s my thought today: what if haunted places are like that because the time-space continuum has been broken there, or the planes/realms of existence have coalesced/mixed together there somehow? If they exist, but on a different plane/realm, but want badly to come into ours for power and to possibly feel alive again (for the malevolent ones the reason they cause trouble and haunt), they can try and punch through that intangible barrier. You hear of ghostly encounters where they walk the corridor, talk or act like they did when they were alive, like they are on rails: the same thing over and over and over again and the same time. That type of activity could possibly the time continuum leaking into ours.

Parallel universes…alternate planes…think about it: someone asks you make a decision, so you choose one. What if you hadn’t chosen that? What if you said yes instead of no? Life would be different, right? In another time (an alternate reality) you said yes and went out with these people or went to that place, but in this reality, you’re in the other part of the decision tree.  THE NONARY GAMES.

Gah out of time.


I just read an article about some serial killers and now I forgot what I was going to update about. Wow.

The tree out back is splitting with haste! HOA needs to hurry the heck up and approve the application before it does start to fall on the neighbor’s house.  The other side of the tree/crack is even bigger than the easy to view side!

More Gable feet. Thankfully he hasn’t had any more episodes of the dementia he exhibited earlier. Puts me at ease at night. I’ve been having fitful nights again, in part because of watermelon and having to get up to pee (had another poop dream last night…so ANNOYING) and probably in part because of heat.

A couple weeks ago there was this putrid odor in the house we attributed to a dying/dead squirrel on the roof, but that has since gone. Yesterday, however, I woke up to a similar odor or rotting flesh, but no one else could smell it. Actually for the last couple of days I wake up to my hands smelling like I just went to pick up dog poop. Less today, but I do remember waking up every so often this morning to a rotting type of smell. I wonder what it is? Of course, the Fact book I’ve been reading today was dealing with the Amityville Haunting and one of the symptoms was a foul, putrid smell that would randomly emanate from seemingly the walls. It’s fine right now, I smell nothing. And it’s not my dogs because they don’t sleep in the room with me.

A patient and I were talking about kids yesterday because he has now a 2 week old and an almost 2 year old. He was all excited talking about them ( I like when people can entertain themselves, so I just help it along. It makes the appointment less miserable for people) and I asked a few questions. Then out of the blue he asked me if I want kids. I was like, well that’s an interesting question. Isn’t that the kind of thing you talk with your friends about? But I answered truthfully. If you asked me this 5 years ago, I’d say straight up NO WAY. Now? I’m much more amenable to the idea. It’s always been about the idea of kids: that they’re people and you’re in charge of the future of persons that will grow up and go into the world. Your goal is to make them a good person. You can go into it thinking, OH I’m having kids so that someone will take care of me when I’m old, but even that is not ensured for many possible reasons and frankly, it’s a terrible reason to have kids. It’s just not good enough a reason…to be selfish like that. That’s what I told him out loud, but in my mind there were other thoughts.

Part of the reason I was suddenly leaning towards kids is that I loved someone. Truly loved him, so much so that I understood why people want to have kids together. Except that everything I felt he felt the opposite. Another thing I didn’t tell my patient was that more of a reason not to have kids or have them is genetic material. If you have some disease or insanity that runs in your family, I don’t feel like that’s something that should be spread even further down the line, since we’ve all but destroyed evolution at this point. Plus, some people just shouldn’t have kids. Just, don’t. They’re not dolls.

My respect level for him went up, though, because he quipped that what people don’t understand when you have kids is that it’s a complete lifestyle overhaul. As he said, you can’t have kids and go out to the bar like you always do. And if you do, only one who suffers is the kid. We need more people who understand the depth and gravity of the situation. Mature thoughts. He is only 2 years older than I am. It’s nice to hear that there’s hope for the world yet. Unlike OTHER patients that we have….



If you’ve been following my blog at all over the years, you’ll run into my fantastical thoughts, inferences and views on paranormal, spirits, etc. Yesterday I tried to explain it to an old friend online and it’s annoying how poorly it sounds when I try to type it all out. Then again, in person is not much better…just a little bit easier because I can go faster and they can ask questions. Orrr just give me weird looks. My mom and I share these beliefs because we’ve both experienced things that just don’t make sense if you merely believe in the physical world. Even if you say you’re religious, it doesn’t encompass this sort of thought…in fact, even though Christianity and most religions contain downright “magical” or “spirit-ual” elements, most followers are loathe to believe in it. How many “Christians” condemn “magic,” when the Bible is rife with it? The Catholic Church itself deals with exorcisms…you don’t get more paranormal than that…but the priests are very hush hush about it all.

When I keep talking about the strength of mind, body and spirit, the first two are understandable by most people, but is the third? Not commonly, no, especially in our technologically advanced and “all-knowing” world. The Realm of Spirits: something science can not touch. The ghost hunters use electromagnetic tools and other gadgets to help (just watch any Ghost Hunter type show) but beyond that, how can you possibly comprehend it all? Like, why are the spirits still around? IS there a “heaven?”  Why aren’t they there? What’s this realm like? Are they locally bound, are there those that can travel? If so, how? What channels?

Think about feelings of deja vu. Not the minor ones, the major ones, that you should have no memory of because you’ve never experienced it before. Think of that instinct that a mother has for her children even at a distance, or just that inexplicable and intangible connection you have with anyone you truly love. How can science explain that, and yet no one denies it. You just don’t think about it because you can’t really explain it so you just accept it and move on. Think of that “gut feeling” you get and how it’s right the vast majority of the time. I know that one for sure. It’s almost scary how accurate it is.

To me, it all goes back to the instinct that animals have, that 6th sense, that tells them when bad weather is coming. They certainly don’t watch the news. Same with dogs and kids being able to detect ghosts that adults can not. Barometric pressure, electromagnetism, temperature changes. I don’t doubt those, but think about how they are so attuned to it, but as adults, we are not. Kids are animals in that they are attuned to nature. As we grow older the growth of the brain makes us rely on our own knowledge. Beneficial to life in general, but most of us lose that ability to read nature and our actions show it. The native Americans value that natural connection. Then again they didn’t have technology like now.

What I’m trying to get at with this is: animals sense ghosts + animals are highly attuned to nature = ghosts/spirits are natural.

I have so many other theories and such about this I could probably write an entire dissertation and be unable to support it with evidence.

Dream travel, remaining spirits, reincarnation, non-reincarnation, soulmates, perception, twins, attached spirits, malevolence vs benevolence, afterlife… I could go on and on, but I am sorely out of time.