it was an accident to be honest, i didn't know what it was until i shifted back.
i was trying to shift to my dr and i think i got caught up between realities, and so i reverted back–not to this reality, but to a waiting room–i had just learned what that was a few days prior.
it's a giant library (i'm not sure how many floors, i just know it's a lot). I woke up in one of the middle floors a nd i was being led down the hall by what i thought was my subconscious because he was speaking to me and he had this voice–it was so distinct. high pitched but at the same time very low. he was old–I'm not sure how old, but tall and wrinkly.
but i thought he couldn't be my subconscious, because i was my subconscious (if that makes sense)
i could see deep brown oakwood pillars and every wall had built in shelves with books littering them (i think they're other realities, i haven't looked at them yet).
this man, i'd didn't have a name or anything, so i began referring to him as a librarian which he didn't seem to mind. anyway, he sounded like someone i could trust and i knew his voice, it was familiar somehow. and it was like he knew more than i did.
so perhaps he was my sub conscious and i was my consciousness, but then wouldn't i be able to tell what he was thinking?
and also, not to be mean, but why an old man? ☠️
there are going to be hardships in my desired reality. hardships i may not face here–i don't know what this was, but i was being forced to cut my hair because we were going to war or something, and there was this woman. i asked her why she didn't have to cut her hair and she shrugged. it was weird, like she knew something i didn't.
it was also weird because i had a ton of knowledge the woman around me didn't, i was one of the young ones, but even the older ones were getting on me about what i was saying.
the younger ones said, "we're not suppose to talk about stuff like that." and i replied very sarcastically, "what? about sex? and the female body?" it was so preposterous to me, but i didn't know i was "dreaming", i don't remember touching anyone (i think, maybe the woman i'm not sure) so i don't think it was shifting either.
it was this weird in-between.
i knew all these things i shouldn't, but it didn't occur to me why that was or that it was odd for me to be more educated than the woman around me when we so clearly had the same education.
it was also first-person pov–but i don't remember touching anyone, but i do remember some woman grabbing me because i was waving a rolled-up newspaper, threatening to hit one of the generals.
can someone explain to me what in the hell i experienced?