The number 66 is my soul

 65. Now I see a dream mixed hallucination. In my dreams, I would hit old people on the back of the head with my younger brother, who was sitting next to me. Therefore, dreams are a world, a world that will come after we die, and it is considered normal for them to be thirsty or physically quarrelsome in a war waged by a stranger or a stranger. In my dream, even a close person, my sister, and I had a spiritual sexual arousal and confrontation with the increase in the opposite sex or erotic temperature of the situation in a normal relationship. I don't know whose body I was actually wearing, or who I was inside. But in the dream, I witnessed such amazing events. For the psyche in the dream or in this half-hallucination, but it's about time, it's about getting tired. I start with situations in which I suddenly appear in the events of a dream in such a way that I cannot allow my dream body to change drastically with my own mind. However, when I wake up in the afternoon and think about it, I can assume that the events of this dream are very different or require a real, appropriate relationship or connection. I get used to the owner of my dream body and allow it to move in this way sometimes. Therefore, it is reasonable to assume that these dreams are hallucinatory because they are sensitive enough to the body. While I don't know much about who controls my body in such dreams, my inner voice, which is more inaudible to the surroundings of the dream, is like mine. Now that I am 65, I have reached the first half of my deity, or my angel, my spirit, according to the similarity of the days to come. Because 60 to 70 is the first 10 days of my life in the age of god, spirit, and angel, all numbered or corrected. On this day, the old god is weaving or weaving my body better and running or living in pursuit of as much interest as he wants. In any case, it is better than yesterday. In the old days, when the (old) god took the interest of my body without realizing it, the inner voices in my body, the words "you're leaving" or "don't do it," by my goddess, touched me badly and painfully. The (old) god, on the other hand, seems to have done the work of his own madness or self-interest by listening to these broadcasts, these insidious utterances, from the beneficial side of his madness. I don’t know for sure, but still, even though we are united in one body and one life, we feel each other, each of us, in terms of benefits and harms. In fact, as a god or a spirit, I have never been so devoted to life, so dedicated, so united. If I know my body more and feel the harm behind the benefits in my body, on the other side of the coin, then God is still more on the side of giving life and is forced to take into account the benefits that are not for him. This is the same old god who is more troubled by the fact that the attempt to destroy profit or interest is primarily an act or "initiative" of God. I don't know if he's trying to live on his own for profit !? Whatever the mood of the mind, it immediately strikes itself. It does not take into account other aspects at all. He doesn't know why everyone is staying with me. Everyone, my dilozors or madmen inside, jumps, jumps, or flies at me. They want to react quickly to me. They do not know that there is no real or average benefit from this. No one has been able to achieve all their goals in a hurry or in a hurry. Now they wanted to make me feel the inner laughter that they were trying to exaggerate from my face through such perverted, ignorant lunatics, selfishness or greed. I think it's because they have the same attitude towards their crimes and suffering, and vice versa. I don’t need a laugh like that that feels crazy, babyish, or coincidental. When I’m given a real appraisal, I need the original laughter that is prone to that appraisal. I have such laughter, the laughter that they feel more, but it's not as complete as my work. Need more. For example, such laughter can be given for my good writing, as always, for my good thoughts or thoughts (emotions). That's when I know that my body, my shell, which is separating from me or my psyche, is forming into someone else's, which is understandable to me. There are 14 minutes left until tomorrow's hesitation, and the clock now shows 12:46 noon. From one o'clock in the morning, I spend the rest of the day celebrating my 66th birthday. 66 is no longer anyone but myself as two 6's. This 66 is the first time I have been in my real place, the first introduction, and the one-day similarity. I feel that my mood, pleasure, or inner turmoil has suddenly improved. It's as if no one, no one inside, can tell me anything right now. All I have to do is heat my head or my brain to dryness and it hurts. It's like moving, changing, or jumping around like I wrote. The environment, or the environment, is constantly changing radically, historically, depending on what I say, or what I think, or how I feel, as I have said in previous posts. For example, if I have a pen with me, it will disappear in 1 second. If there are large clothes in the room, they will disappear in a second or a moment. If there is no tree on the platform, a tree will appear in a second. Whether you’re sitting in a room, you’re instantly adapting to the events of the street and walking down the street creating a kind of false memory, and so on. It's like the worlds coming together in Tor-2, which aired on National TV yesterday.