Hmm, I recall having a dream/meditative vision. I dreamt I was slipping into a black abyss, and I was greeted by a giant head of Kim Jong-un in black and white, whose face contorted whenever I exhaled. Suddenly, it became white, fuzzy, and colorful, and I ended up walking amongst Buddhist, Taoist, and Shinto temples and palaces from the Orient, with images of Martin Luther King, Ho Chi Minh, and Kim Il-Sung appearing in the sky. I also saw golden Buddhist statues of Gabe Newell and I saw two anthropomorphic ponies playing traditional Japanese instruments.
I also had another vision while meditating/astral projecting. I envisioned myself leaving my physical form, and I walked out of my house and made it to the city square, where I began bouncing up and down incredibly high, and began flying. I saw the city and the whole of the US at night, and it went black as I crossed the Pacific. I reached Seoul, which was empty. I went to a bar, and a middle-aged man passed me a cherry Coke, and asked me to give his brother a message. I said sure (I feel adoration for the man when I think of him, it's really weird.), and flew across the border to North Korea, which had American and North Korean guards clad in 50s army uniforms watching over newly constructed concrete barriers on the border. I reached Pyongyang, and I went to an apartment, and found his brother, Kim Il-Sung, an anthro pony, and Nigel Thornberry. I assume that I got drunk and fucked them, as I woke up with Nigel Thornberry. I then flew to Kim Jong-un's palace, beat the shit out of him, and rescued the anthro pony. Who I then brought to a mansion in a vineyard.