Dreams That Aren’t Mine – part 1

Lately, I’ve been experiencing something truly strange: dreams that don’t belong to me.

I see faces I don’t recognize, people I’ve never met — and the faces often remain blurry, unclear.

These aren’t deep sleeps. I barely sleep at all. I only manage brief naps, yet in them, I’m thrown into full scenarios that have nothing to do with my actual life.

Even more disturbing, some of these dream scenes seem to merge with my waking memories.

For example: I’ve met people in Australia, but in these dreams, it’s as if I’ve known them for years in Brazil, doing things we never did — as if timelines were crossed or rewritten.

It’s like someone (or something) is implanting or accessing fragments of parallel lives… versions of me I don’t remember living — and now they bleed into my reality.



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  1. Matheus LourencoJune 23, 2025 at 1:06 AM

    Last night I got something different. I finally got some few hours of sleep. Like 3 or 4 hours. And I wakeup very scared... Access denied. That's the message I got.
    Why? Stop printing myself as something I don't.

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  2. Matheus LourencoJune 24, 2025 at 4:34 PM

    25/06/2025 9:32 am
    I smelled that synthetic odor today again for a few seconds. Now another one I smelled before. Food or something what doesn't exist on earth. And it's disgusting.

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  3. Matheus LourencoJuly 6, 2025 at 11:44 PM

    Still here on 07/07/2025 4:41pm they jump me one day in the future. Got my phone with supervisor. They're blocking me still.
    Matheus Lourenco
    Brisbane (alternative reality)

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