I had some super clear astral projections and lucid dreams.
I flew from my old house and ended up in an old town, I met Pablo Picasso, he was a hermit and an artist.
I met Da Vinci and saw a bunch of his artworks being created first hand, he was explaining why he uses oils. Something about each subsequent layer builds a complex mature aesthetic. He told me that if I were to get one thing from this experience it would be this image…
He gave me a picture of Jesus with his spirit being lifted out of him. He then said the head of Zeus, the body of Jesus. I still don’t understand what this meant.
I then was flying around different landscapes and was so excited that I met a hero of mine.