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If life is but a dream, to what do we awake?

The central premise of this book is the admittedly ridiculous but incontrovertibly true assertion that the universe does not exist.

This is something you can understand conceptually, like watching a documentary about Antarctica, or experientially, like moving to Antarctica.

Theres also a related phenomenon where you fall asleep watching the documentary and wake up in the frozen wasteland.

Thats gotta be weird, but the truth is that youre asleep in the wasteland dreaming that youre not, so thats where waking up gets you.

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Comments about Jed McKennas Enlightenment Trilogy.

Jed McKenna is an American original. -Lama Surya Das

Absolutely marvelous, splendid, perfect books! -Shri Acharya

These books have profoundly changed my life. -C. Jensen

These three books are precious gifts to humanity. -E. De Vries

Thank you for the books. Ive been waiting all my life for them. -C. Vankeith

I can think of no other author Id recommend more highly. -M.R. Fleming

I say an eternal thank you for the Trilogy. The books continue to challenge my mind and life. I ordered my 4th complete set. Nothing compares to this writing. -J.H.

If you are ready, step into Jeds world. It is intelligent and powerful. -J. Katz

Visit Wisefool Press to learn more about Jed McKennas Enlightenment Trilogy and Dreamstate Trilogy.

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Dreamstate: A Conspiracy Theory
Jed McKenna
Reality, what a concept.
Robin Williams

Dreamstate: A Conspiracy Theory

Jed McKenna

Print ISBN: 978-0-9891759-7-5

E-Book ISBN: 978-0-9891759-8-2

AudioBook ISBN: 978-0-9891759-9-9

Copyright 2016 Wisefool Press. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage or retrieval system without written permission of the author or publisher, except for the inclusion of brief quotations in a review.

Table of Contents

The Party at the House in the Evening

How can you determine whether at this
moment we are sleeping, and all our thoughts
are a dream; or whether we are awake,
and talking to one another in the waking state?
Plato, Theaetetus

Lisabelle must have invited me to attend a small party she's hosting for some friends and workmates because I am standing at her door with a gift when she opens it like a normal person and invites me into her brightly lighted and sparkly home. I take her coat and hand her my red propeller.

"These are my friends Fredwin and Latrina," says Lisabelle in our secret language.

"Oh, yes," I nod.

"This is my Jedwin," Lisabelle explains to Fredwin and Latrina, "he says things."

"Oh," says Latrina, "my."

"Latrina," I say, "any relation to the toilet?"

"Oh no," she says, "just friends."

"And you, Fredwin?"

"Cornpigs," says Fredwin. "I'm in cornpigs. Full body, nonsynthetic, top of the line." He leans forward and whispers to me, "We sit on the good side of the table."

"Don't I know it," I say and pat his arm. "I must go."

"Come with me now," says Lisabelle and ushers me to the back patio, past the hot tub where Michael Jackson calls me by the wrong name, to another couple.

"Jedwin," says Lisabelle, "here is Bradwin and wife Sugarbelle. I work on Sugarbelle at the plant on Tuesday. Bradwin is just like you."

"Oh," I say.

"Jedwin does stuff," says Lisabelle.

"Oh, yes," says Bradwin. "I had an uncle."

"It's all so shiny," says Sugarbelle.

"What stuff?" asks Bradwin.

"I play golf, Bradwin. A lot of golf."

We enjoy a hearty laugh.

"And you, Bradwin? What, huh?"

"Creature comforts," says Bradwin with a wink. "I think you know."

"Very," I wink back and wonder if I'm sleepy.

"Are you doing stuff now?" asks Sugarbelle.

"I'm not sure," I say. "Do you mean now now or now now?"

"Very," she says.

There are many people at this party so I look at them. There is Tedwin who I know from the car crash and there's Mr. Rourke in a white suit greeting people by the smoky hibachi where Sydney Greenstreet in a white suit turns the noodles.

"Oh," I say gladly, "I know Sydney."

Or maybe I'm thinking of Whoopi Goldberg in a white suit who now takes over the noodles.

"Sorry," I say, but no one answers and I am alone.

I look for someone to stand with and see young Elliot Gould for whom I have fondness. He wears an army field jacket, mirrored sunglasses and a drooping black moustache.

"Great party," he says without moving his lips.

"Very," I agree.

"Story in a dream," he says.

"Dream in a story in a story in a dream," I reply. "In a dream," I add, not confident that I have spoken accurately.

He nods without moving his head.

"Funny stuff," one of us says.

If the scuba guy in the pool is a toy he's a very good one. I am quietly pleased with the lighting arrangements. I remember something that never happened but now it did. From an upper balcony a voice can be heard, and the mysterious sizzling of noodles.

"Boy," I say, making party banter, "nothing like a good lozenge."

No one replies.

"Something should happen now," I say without words and a bodiless voice tells me it's okay.

"Oh, good," I say.

"Can I get you something?" the voice asks.

"Headphones," I say, "and a fanbelt."

The bodiless voice goes away and I am glad.

"Hello," says a man I can't bring into focus, "my name is Jedwin."

"Hello Jedwin," I say, "my name is also Jedwin."

"No," he says, "Jedwin."

"Oh," I say, "you mean Chadwin."

"That's what I said," he says.

There is something in the air. The light sparkles in my vision and I wonder if I'm missing something. The music has the dull whump-whump of an out-of-tune steamboat. I remember that I suffer from hydromyandria and am sad but proud. The dancing stops before it begins. Julianne Moore gives me a knowing look and I look back, also knowingly. I wonder what we know.

"You can't get there from here," she whispers.

That's what we know.

I am thirsty so I set down my piece of cardboard. Something is just about to happen, but then it doesn't. I am bored so I do a little dance that I know is quite good. I also know that my hand can pass right through these people but I don't want to do that because I like them a little bit.

"Are you having just the best time?" Lisabelle asks me.

I look at her and she looks like my sister the baroness so I look away. The crowd parts and I see why. There is a distant rumble. Something approaches but doesn't arrive. I am still holding the cardboard which, I feel, is explanation enough.

"There is wonder in your eyes," says a sparkly woman next to me.

"I'm not here is why," I reply.

"Well," she says, "any time now."

I agree but don't say so. Something almost happens. I look around to see who else is missing. I can tell the levels are wrong but I mustn't touch the dials. I await the next development and there it is, over in the garden where an angel of white shoots an arrow of light into the night and calls it the winter moon. Mayabelle runs to me and I am so happy. I catch her in mid-air and offer her the red propeller but she chooses my ear instead and we are on the ocean at night and it is dark.

Where I Lived, and What I Lived For

This was an airy and unplastered cabin, fit to entertain a travelling god, and where a goddess might trail her garments. The winds which passed over my dwelling were such as sweep over the ridges of mountains, bearing the broken strains, or celestial parts only, of terrestrial music. The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; but few are the ears that hear it. Olympus is but the outside of the earth everywhere.
H.D. Thoreau

Maya and I arrived here right at the end of November. It was well into fall, all color gone but the green of the Rhododendrons, the day was gray and rainy. Our cab driver was happy for the long fare but not so happy with the last few miles of climbing up a rutted gravel road that only a serious four-wheel drive vehicle had any business on. In twenty minutes we made it halfway before he apologetically began a five-point turnaround. From his GPS he guessed we were within a mile of the address. We weren't.

We got in the taxi at the place where I dropped off the rental car we'd spent the previous ten hours in. Now the driver offered to take us back down, but Maya and I got out and began the rest of the way on foot. Southern Appalachia is the place, one of the pretty high parts. The air was thin, damp and chilly, but not unpleasant. The fog we walked in was the clouds we'd seen from below, down near the sign that said the state didn't maintain the road past this point. We weren't high high, but high for the Eastern U.S. at nearly a mile up.

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