### Dreams 🧫 1. I now remember my dream! It was Vico actually! I’m so happy that I’m dreaming of Vico. In this one, he was my prof in a large class with a Physics vibe. I was wearing my purple shirt from high school with a yellow cartoon onion on it so I’m not sure if this was high school or college. And that I remember yearning for him actually, when I was made to be part of a queue picking us up to transport us somewhere, students and visitors and parents alike in this UP Town Center-like ambiance with an outdoor court of some sort. I remember just the feeling of waiting for him to show up near the queues. And that’s it, my dream ended before anything else happened. This feeling is so familiar to me because it’s what I felt trying to see Mike in 2018 go into the CAL library—really staking out somebody like a dedicated stalker. This dream is the first in a while for 2026 for Vico to show up now. I wonder if it has anything to do with academia or college or physics. I also felt the familiar vibe of me sitting in front of my Bio 11 class with a prof. who was clearly intelligent but had trouble speaking. I was in front near Vico in this dream. And I was alone, with no friends to sit nearby. 2. From my nap 3PM onwards: I dreamt I was back in my old house training again for music-related contests, and to my surprise Ma’am Joy was training students from Balingasag and that apparently, her students bought my compositions in DOLLARS. It’s so surreal to know that in this multiverse, 1) People from Balingasag have enough purchasing power to buy in dollars 2) People buy my music for the first time and that they enjoy them too well to even train people to perform them. And they were being led by a person named Chester or something starting with C (I forgot the last name but also begins with C). ### Sensations/Body Stuff 🫟 1. I want to write more about what actually happened to me that I nonchalantly said I have to kill my sister during my manic episode last March 9. It’s such an external one to me—one that I would definitely not act on if I was lucid—because I felt like it was the outworking of my hunches about God who was really going to take care of everything even after crime and violence—and that somehow melded with my limbic system to motivate me to say out loud that I would have to kill my sister to prove it true. I even thought I would have to message Vico just to get it over with—to fulfill the prophecy, and that it would be really easy just like that to make Vico love me instantly. I now know that it’s a foreign mind within my own—it’s not inherently my nature—just an instance of a limbic system being allowed to act without the prefrontal cortex in a dream state. I suppose it’s because it’s part of my own feelings around my sister’s birth—that I sometimes think it would have been better if she wasn’t born because my parents are suffering the brunt of having a disabled daughter who will never grow up normally, and how their happiness right now is a different kind of happiness that they grew into, but it’s still less ideal than the one where they have a child who is normal and grows up to talk to them, and takes vacations with them, and grows into an adult eventually. I am so sorry God for thinking like this sometimes, it really just exposed my entire Self and Shadow Archetype on March 9, the parts of me that I don’t acknowledge and am ashamed about being given the driver’s seat for once. ^cbbf88 2. Took a nap at 3PMish.