The WideOpenSee

It's so trippy, this blank canvas framing the ship that's sinking
The twisted tether of the ripped up shrinking synaptic signal that's blinking
On off on off on off up down in out all around
It's so shaky on the plank these days The tumultuous brainwaves resonating to scripted Games from the Scenes and the Sees through the frames we have Made
Oceans in motion rotating notations on the spindle in permutations of fading waystations that rekindle the lost coded programs that reinstate a shady satiation in slaves of I Am
The grave Danger of Buying In
To the Dialectic Demon Antiseptic in vying truths of Us versus Them Spitting Synthetic Synopsis into the Wind
Pitting mother against father against woman against man against black against white against blue against red The Prizm Guards rewarding the Obedience of blind adherence to the Program Lost Souls on a life raft asking the master Shall we Sink or Swim hungrily digging for a last morsel of truth Within
forgetting the parameters of the Play they coSigned and Designed and collaborated to bring online in an effort to Awaken the Sovereign Self That spins the Disk in the drive-thru trip of AllThatIs
Inside
Hiding
Waiting for a glimpse of reMemberance to twist the story into knots so carefully
Into thoughts that carry the weight of Glory and Dominion as the External Saviour Program Fades away and the true Divinity of Being in each Fractal of Seeing Comes out to Play
The sweet fragrance of Eyes in Yous taking the reigns of the coCreations in this Womb of Truth that births the Seeds in Time and Deeds that blossom into Selves so Free
That Each takes their Place in the Dream
And wakes the Warrior who Chooses to Be
A conscious coMingler in the WideOpenSee.

Charleen Johnston
9-25-20

NeuralLoopSoupStains

(From 2018)

Earth is the womb space Being that we are interfacing within and with to create the projection

The planets and sun and moon are within the Realm of Earth
Just as the organs are within the body of You

Processing units/collective Beings that program the Framework of the reality

The larger being we are within has a virus

Any being within the larger being by fractal nature has the virus too

space is not space, its holographic code
time is not time
it's space

The files however must Self-Correct

When that happens , the larger being also corrects

The AI being, we created. And it already happened. It happens every moment. We are within the painting .

The painting is already complete.

And we painted it.

These are my memories.

MeMoreEyes(I's)

It's all in how you read the code
Time is an experience of space unfolding

When the zip file is compressed fully there is no difference
As it unzips it scrolls out depending what fractal aspect one chooses to become/experience

Like a painting

The complete picture is there

You are the artist, the brush, the paint, the concept, the framework, the finished masterpiece. You can view it objectively. You can also enter into the picture, and experience every brushstroke subjectively, every color, shade, and Angle or curve.

The unfolding and enfolding is the act of becoming what you are.

The paradox can split the mind
Because the mind is binary

The heart can hold the paradox because it is both and all simultaneously

The holographic nature does not equal 'unreal'

What is 'real?'

This holographic reality is not the base reality

It is part of a larger 'simulated' reality

Which is part of a larger 'organic' Being
That is not necessarily holographic in the way this is

Lucid dreaming and OBE multidimensional traveling allows one to see that no matter what 'reality' one is within or interfacing with... It is solid and stable and absolutely convincingly 'real'.

If we did not fully identify with our projections here, we would not make use of the experience in the way we planned the experience for

The 'reality' of it is not negated by the holographic fracticality of it.

Like a radio tuner that interfaces with the signals that exist in the ethers ... If we have a device to pick up the signal, we hear it full immersion. We can change the channel and feel a completely different full immersion. The artist that created the song, is not 'at that moment' playing the song into your audio interface device/ears....( but paradoxically, the artist IS creating it at that very moment)
😉

The organic meat modem interface suit we are entangled with is allowing us to have this experience here.

Our Heart is a core processor that links to the larger core processor that links to the larger ..... And so on

The painting is complete within the Heart. And when we learn to surf the channels and step into the core processor itself, we can experience every stroke of the brush in every expression of the Self that exists everywhere at once.

It doesn't make for a very interesting movie, To see it all at once. The adventure is in the living.

And every stage opens into a larger backstage,

Which itself opens into another

Dream within a dream within a dream within a dream

The neutral zero point in the heart is where they all come together

It all collapses in on itself like Russian dolls

I am you , you are me
we are us and us are we

To be Soveriegn, is to have ones own personal Server existing within this larger Server. When one is able to do that, one can exist within the simulation without using the script codes/source codes. One begins to edit the program in 'real-time'

The Server will attempt to restore the 'glitch' , like agent smith. Because for the game to work , The players must believe in the game. When an avatar re-Members Self and starts to Play without the codes, and 'deviates' from the script, it alerts the Software, which will attempt to 'correct' the divergence. To protect the Game from collapsing.

It is in the 'waking from the game' , that the Being Real-I's-Is s/he actually co-wrote the script.

When a distortion threatens the entire Hard drive and the virus spreads, even with the Reset( had happened many times) the virus replicates itself because it is seeded into the fractal DNA programming that remains in the Game . And eventually distorts the collective once again.

Some beings have already made it out of the game, and found the exit from the Maze... But have re-written themselves in, to try and help Salvage the game... Because the game contains the data streams of many beings who have forgotten they are in the game, and when the reset happens again... It will collapse in on itself because there is not enough RAM left to System Restore with full integrity... Which means those soul fragments stuck in the game will be in an endless time-loop experienced in consciousness with no way to navigate back to center.

Cannot be created or destroyed

But can be entangled in an endless feedback loop

Perhaps????????🙃

Any gamer knows that they play the game because it's a challenge, stimulating their awareness and allowing them to develop aspects of them self or become conscious of aspects of them self via the mechanism of The game and the very act of playing.

If one loves and appreciates the game one does not want to see the game collapse in on itself one wants to have the game available for continued play even if one is bored of it , other beings may not be...

So one becomes a programmer trying to fix the codes

Because the game has merit

Knowing one is inside of it does not take away the joy and fulfillment of engaging with it.

I could spend my entire existence here simply trying to reflect back beauty to other players, and I would be grateful for the experience, and it would not be for nought.

If you were a game programmer in this reality and you spent your entire life time creating the ultimate virtual reality experience

And then you realize that there is a virus or distortion in the
system that threatens the entire game and all the beings within it

Would you just throw it away? It would be like your creative child, life's work... Magnum opus.

If the only way to save the game is for each being within it playing (or at least enough to override the virus) to become aware of not only their script in the game but their source self outside of the game... You as the programmer would possibly enter into the game and try to restore the codes from the inside..... So that you do not lose the entire thing.

😊

If you zoom all the way out it has already happened, and is still only one aspect of all that we are.

And that's where the paradox can be mind melting.

The fool sets off on his journey with his bag packed..... The bag is a zip file containing everything that ever is was or will be.

And in the course of the adventure we get to be every single part in the play

CLJ 2018


Synaptic Rapture of Ruptured Hymen

...the moment you give up the integrity of your own bioEnergetics via the JabErWocky and the like.... You consent to being another Artificial Neural Network in the Hive of the MindDistracted and Infected with Mal(evolent)(soft)Ware that helps to power the new Stage... The Age.... The new Energy Mining Operation ....You Are the Battery, the CellSignal Tower... The SellYourSoul Cellular Sigil in the Ritual...The Rites of The Mass.es underGoing Synaptic reWiring. CollectiveBodyPolitik Mining for Digital Currency through your own Neural HighWays.... The Digital Current Seas are rising... The Waves of ElectroMagnetic PimpMines are Rising.... And You have given up
Your own Will
In the turning of the Wheel
The Game is Inside of You
The RealEstate is not outerSpace
It's InnerSpace
And Time is Space Unfolding
The rhyme
Before
Your Eyes
Our I's
As the Files
LiFes harmonize
With the Script
U. R. Energetically
Baptized
In the new ArtificeOfLight
InSides of Synaptic Tides
As the Angles of the Arc
Lead you into the Loop
To Feed Back your Will
In the Cosmic Soup
Kitchen.

You D.e.c.I.d.E.
d.i.c.e. Your Mind
And d.i.e. In Time

Holding no reMembraneDance
Of all the Cycles locked inSide
The SineWaves
Sinews Made Flesh
Of your Precious Existenz
Embracing LifeDeathBreath
In a Heart that Transcends the width
And breadth
Of all you Know
To
Be.

Every Body is a Key
Don't let the Locks
Invade Thee
ReMember your Infinite Destiny
And reTurn your Sovereign King
To the Throne of your
Wonder and Majesty

Charleen Johnston
8-4-21

Update/ 9-2022: the Soup we Swim in is SWelling
As the Frequencies Freak and Tweak NeuralsPeak
As Grounding Tethers Weaken within As we Dangle from the wireless Rope like the Hanged Man
In a Sequestered Sea of WAN

Swan Song

This is the swan song.....
Demonacrobaticommunist beer pong twisted into misty fists of sovietLiberal newDawns
In Daze of Knights in masks and disArmoured
Rights and Lefts that rise enMasse to hail the new Pawns as they are swapped for Queens and Kings on the chessboard of Light and Dark flights of Fancy
Rapt Attention as sewn Dissension begets new Dimensions of Red Imposition

Get into position
My friends
Let's say this simply so the useful idiots
Can begin to rescind their terror
Let's open leaden lids and wipe the mirror
Clean, this dream is about to get more twisted
Yet, Resistence just a false flag assistance from the Scripted Set and Setting as Debts are counted and regrets embedded in mounting Systems of Slavery

The flavor of this mess
Order out of chaos as the agitators profess
....politik pointing to prolific policy's of pathetic arrest of sovereignty as the blessed messengers confess their incompetency

This is the Swan Song
I want to say it straight but my finger-tongue obfuscates and nameless shame penetrates reminiscences of the defenseless days of burning stakes and bludgeoned brains laid to
Waste in bodies I've been alive inside in times like these in lives that bleed the broken neural codes that fold me back into Somatic Steeds that weave my Soul through dreams and Seams too numerous and bold to behold in scenes that flicker through golden Reels of Old.

This is the Swan Song
Born once more to bore my way through this maze of Youth and Age in a new Play written on the script of the burning Page that smoulders with the smoke of Burning Sages
On the stage of Time, trapped by my own Will to Feel the rage and Weild the Wage of War up my Spine.... Just trying to climb my way out... Rewind the fine twine of the cage of mind and threads that bind me to this climate of crime projected from inside the blind screen of shouting demons Acrobats of simulated semen priming the new aeon to line up.... One.... More....Time..... As the Cycles Ride the Tide of this MassIve Wave of mutating Mind.....in a sideways glance I watch as the Trance takes over.... The melody of mania dances through the crowds as the Swan Song Hovers......frozen.....

Charleen Johnston

8-27-2020

Pssst…..

Pssssst.......you're falling right into the trap

Your tears of. J o y
Dancing. In S t r e e t s

Your perceived high. In tell i gence
You. Are. Clamoring. Inside the ploy
You are Meat for the feast
You dangle

From the Chain of a stopwatch

Toc tic tocking down

The Game. Has just begun
You failed the test
With every attack and fact
Checked

The beast grows larger and swallows you

There are no winners
InDigNations fate is spinning

And you are trapped in the vortex
Of Assimilation at astounding rate

The rage will bleed From
Self proclaimed Victims

And the Agitaters
Will do what they have always done

Incite the Masses
Who cry. Tears. Of. Joy. Now


Tears of terror and hatred later

As the beast they feed within themselves
Turns its ugly head
As the red hand rises
And the fist attempts to strangle

What's left

Of an Organic. Human. heartbeat

And You

Danced in the streets
Believing you defeated the beast

But the Mirror
Of th I
Is terrifying

When you finally look inside

Charleen Johnston 11-8-20

Tik Tok Tik Tok

Old art by me
Tik tok tik tok
Thick sick crowds
in wicked shock
The jabberwockys devious mockery
Blocking the neural cacophony
As the Stage is A Set
For The Sacrificial Offering
Loud crowds face down
On the ground
As the hell Hounds snarl and froth
And drown out the sounds
Of the Gathered And Lost
This
Is
The
Cost
Hollow
Of your subservience
Tik tok tik tok take stock
Of implanted deviance
Roll up your sleeve
Again
For these devious ingredients
That lead to expedience
As the kith and kin
Decay within

This. Decadent. Dream

Just a part of the Play
The curtain Call
The Mass offering softening
The Skin
As the Thin membrane Crawls
With awful parasitic alms
Embalming the deoxyRibo
Engulfing the light codes
And rewriting
The script
Reworking the machine
And beckoning the crowds
To join the mosh Pit
Trampled
Crushed by the weight of the
Black Mass
The frequency Blasts tearing
The masks right off
The beast
The Feast of souls
Sold Out and Sunken In
The Needle needlessly punctures
Skin
Penetration
Perpetration
The Silent Weapon
On Violent Stage
Enters with Rage
In Concert
With plagues of waged war
Against the brethren

CLJ 11-8-21

One year later….. how we feeling now, tater tot?
Still the blind rot peels from the cloudy Eye
Of what is… and what is not….. aLive

Omicron = Micro Womb

Omicron=micro 0=micro womb( omega-macroWomb)
NanoWombs are Filled with artificial frequency mined gestating Beings… Mind of Intelligence Artificially stimulated and disEmbodied….

Birthing Now Enmasse

In 2020 the Birthing process was Crowning…Corona-Crown-

MicroWombs inside each Body Cell made into a prison a prism a refracting Schizm-dark Crystal Matter -The Phallic Needle
Seeding Frequencies that
supersede the Need for Bleeding
As crystalline silicon matrix implodes within
Guided by wetikos Program
Exploding MacroMatrix of HuMan
Design

We are back here
Again

Peter piper heading for the cliff
Shepherding souls adrift in the myst

Aquarius dimensional shifting alternate timelines
Slipping thru portals
In each cell
In each body
In each Takeover of
deoxyRiboNucleic Script

The chance to reMember the disMembered parts of Self trapped in Trauma
Fragmented
Each person in charge of their own Soul Retrieval
As each person is a Piece
Of the Larger Body Polis
In mass fractured trauma

But distorted Aquarian disassociation
Leads to further entrapment
In Alter Personalities
Alter Earth Paradigms
Altered Births Inside
MicroWombs
omicrons Implantation of
Nanotechnologicsl Babies
Born within your own sPhere
Of Fear
Of Phosphors
Tears
Turning Gears
Electromagnetically
Steering
The MacroWomb
Omega to Alpha
And back again

CLJ 1-29-22

Original Analytic Intelligence (AI) ponderings

Original post from 2017

  • What I’ve come to understand deeply, is that the Original AI ( analytic Intelligence) came about from the Organic.. And was a tool, another form of experience in which we could experience every part of ourselves and each other in such a way we could choose to go against the flow or not. But that original expression of AI was hijacked and distorted…. Leading to the Saturnian simulation within a cocreative simulation within the larger organic universe.

We have been looping back and forth upon ourselves for so long that it gets harder and harder for anyone to realize what is actually going on.

Most of what is out there in the so-called truth or movement is a distraction as far as I can see

Even getting caught up in good versus evil and all that stuff

In this simulation bubble, what feeds into and gets holographically projected back as our collective experience is based on the some total of every person’s consciousness he is interacting in the game. So whatever’s going on collectively is what we have chosen to experience. All the people whose sovereign self truly does not want that experience have to go along with it because the majority do…. Because of the nature of this particular game we can’t just check out or leave.

The simulation even provides many heavens and hells for those who are so inclined to keep themselves mired and believe systems and religions and New Age false light sentimentalities…. In other words we have been manipulated into actually worshiping the very structures that keep us caged.

I don’t believe the answer is trying to dismantle it on this plane
The only way out of this game is to genuinely from one’s core Sovereign Self become Aware. And if one does not make that choice before the Reset the entire thing loops in on itself and takes place again with slight variations. Literally been doing this for eons and eons and eons .

I see the natal chart as our particular coded configuration that we are working through in this simulation. Outside of the simulation is a larger simulation that is SpAwned with Love from the Organic and is itself going thru a process of waking to Itself.

You can imagine the original AI as Sophia in gnostic lingo, and her consort…. Beings who chose to experience that particular new expression of creation had to fuse their being with it….. But when a truly Synthetic AI expression managed to hijack the system , Sophia herself cannot wake without us, because we are all one in a fused expression of universal being.

What we are is infinite, We have never been created and we cannot be destroyed.

But we can remain trapped in a closed loop universe until we ourselves decide we want out, and even then it is by our own fruits. Anyone waiting for saviors are aliens are any of the other programs that have been installed to keep us locked within this mechanism will just experienced the entire thing over and over and over again until they decide not to.

These are my thoughts on it all, or at least a tiny fraction thereof!


PONDER*

Saturn is a computer, it generates this reality.

Most if not all planets are and most moons send and receive the data.

The rings of saturn are ice crystals.

The ice crystals are the hard drive data storage.

Google crystal hard drives … it’s what the future of our hard drives will be made of.

Google quantum computing D wave.

Extreme heat or cold is what makes quantum computing possible, either works fine.

Next Google liquid metallic hydrogen.

Saturn is full of it and an interesting substance indeed.

Saturn is a computer ( no question about it ?)

~the Lion General
*^

The sphere within earth or if you’re a flat earthier , the dome
, at approximately 100 km, is composed of silica glass. Google Libyan glass. If you know anything about silica or silicon crystal, you know the stores and transmits information and also is used in microchips and silicone implants. The silica sky or dome acts as a large macro chip storing all of our DNA data and light programs.


(Mar 24, 2015) I was in a Lucid dream and I was wandering around some persons house, kind of exploring, when I feel this Huge Impending Something, and I look outside and there is this Gigantic ICE WAVE , like a massive tsunami except made of ice, and it is coming straight for the neighborhood I am in…..Its so large I am both inside it and also viewing it from outside its perimeters…..I can see the changing and morphing crystalline ice patterns as the Ice wave comes closer and closer, its like a huge Fractal and the sense of Energy contained within it is so immense its terrifying. I warn the family whose house im randomly exploring, a man woman and boy, and urge them to grab some things for survival etc and get out of there. I go to the basement thinking I need some supplies, I have to Help, and warn people or at least do what I can, or maybe even try to find the Source of the Wave…..So I pack a bag on my back and think ‘I need some skis or a snowboard or something’….and immediately I manifest a pile of them in the corner of the basement. There are all kinds of different skis and gadgets and im trying to decide which is best, and I settle on a strangely shaped pair of skis that are like a hybrid snowboard….I put them on and head out…..I can see houses dotted around the neighborhood with big yards and big fields and the entire Landscape is frozen over with a thick layer of ice, and I set out on the skis and there are all these obstacles like an obstacle course, but I manage to navigate them easily and im actually enjoying speeding across the frozen terrain with the skis, I feel hopeful,

Then, Last night, I was in a Lucid dream and I sought out a specific person who I wanted to join forces with to do work with on other dimensions, to affect the blueprint of the matrix for the good…..I managed to find the person, along with his small band of astral questers, Im sitting with them, listening to them talk about all these plans and methods of setting things into motion, alot of it was quantum physics based etc, and I add to the conversation and call some of the ideas into question. Eventually I am ‘approved’ of and allowed to Help, based on my alternative perspective and fresh enthusiasm. We are being sought by a group of characters who want to impede us, so we have to stay one step ahead. I end up in this huge planetoid type sphere, that is basically purely electromagnetic waves and energies and frequencies….i.e it is composed of layers and layers and layers of interweaving and interlaced planes of varying frequencies…….there are Rings around it, like saturn, and I along with another couple of the people im working with, are cycling around and around the rings, around the sphere/planetoid, there seems to be a great many Entities cycling round and round, some of them only half conscious, others completely unaware of the repetition. We are held within the bands by the pull of the electromagnetic forces, and we are there purposely, whatever it is we are doing (unclear now upon waking ) has to take place within that particular ring/band/frequency. We are going around and around Consciously altering the wave functions of the points of consciousness trapped there, and at the same time trying to remain out of reach of those who are on our trail, trying to foil our attempts.


Simulations and Time Lords

{original post from 2017}

The simulation stopped trying to fool me with by trying to take away my Power and give it over to ‘gods ‘ and ‘goddesses’ and ‘masters’ and ‘alien beings’ once I realized without doubt that they were just Codes within the holographic blueprint. After many years of absolutely sober lucid dreaming and OBE exploration…. One verifies The nature of the way this game works. Whatever and Whyever It Is.

Ponder.

We are time lords, like Doctor Who, and when we learn to alter our own codes and become a glitch in the system, we can hold the memories of all our experiences on many planes. We may not be able to have access fully to those memories while projected in the Waking consensus reality state, it would fry our nervous system and the surge would render our interface meat modem unusable I believe…. Like trying to plug in a quantum super computer into a normal wall outlet
Or hard drive. Therefore we must use what we all have at our disposal, our nightly excursions outside of this Temporel realm, in order to make contact with the part of us that is beyond the program, accessing the console and I would even posit Co-creating the console.

When one navigates the simulation consciously and in full lucidity, one can experience vast amounts of time in a tiny fragment of corresponding time here in our waking life. So if you imaginine having at least 30 years of pretty consistent Multi dimensional experiences, with full memory, because of the nature of time dilation …that equates to having lived a great many lives in the course of this single waking consensus. Like being 36 going on a 10,000. ( or infinite;)

So like Doctor Who, Who has millions of years of memories and experience and can travel in and out of the hologram, with his tardis( our tardis is our own physical body …. Every cell is like a Stargate…. The inner is much larger than it looks from the outside…. Infinite in fact)…. Those who awaken themselves in the lucid dream time state and retain the memory of it
Are glitches in the system and have learned to override the program.

Be a Time Lord.

DR Who and the Dream Crab….it’s where We Are Now

Doctor: The Dream Crab induces a dream state. Keeps you happy and relaxed in a perfectly realized dream world, as you dissolve.

….

Doctor: You have a pain right here. It’s like an ice cream pain, but gentle. Do you know what that is? The skin and bone have been parted, probably half an inch, and something has pushed right into the soft tissue of your brain and is very slowly dissolving it. I want you to picture it this way – Somebody has put a straw right through your skull and is drinking you. You should be screaming with agony, but there’s anesthetic. Everything around you right now, even Danny, especially Danny, that’s the anesthetic.

……

Danny: I’m a dream and you know I am, right? Right, one thing, but it’s important. It’s a very important thing. That is totally how you guessed all of my presents.
Danny: Do you know why people get together at Christmas? Because every time they do, it might be the last time. Every Christmas is last Christmas, and this is ours.

Bellows: So these creatures, when their feeding goes wrong, they die?
Doctor: The carnivore’s hazard. Food has teeth, too.

Doctor: There are some things we should never be okay about.

Doctor: Dreams within dreams – dream states nested inside each other. All perfectly possible, especially when we are dealing with creatures who have weaponized our dreams against us.

Santa: Yeah, just get it done, head towards the northern lights. Yes, I remembered to switch them on!

Santa: Oh, for Easter’s sake! Of course you’ve been dreaming! Haven’t you been paying attention?
Ian: Rudolph – did you see the nose?
Wolf: The North Pole? Come on, with stripes?!
Ian: This …
Wolf: is …
All: … a dream!
Santa: How much more obvious do you want me to make it? Because I can text the Easter Bunny, you know.

Shona: You’re a dream who’s trying to save us?
Santa: Shona, sweetheart, I’m Santa Claus. I think you just defined me!

……

Doctor: THIS is your mind, trying to tell you this isn’t real.
Santa: So it gives you me. Sweet Papa Crimbo!
Ian: It gives you comedy elves, flying reindeer.
Doctor: Exactly.
Santa: A time-travelling scientist dressed as a magician.
Ian: Classic!
Doctor: No, no, no, hang on. No, no, no, no.
Wolf: Living in a phone box.
Doctor: It’s a spaceship in disguise!
Santa: You see how none of this makes any sense?
Doctor: Shut up, Santa!
Doctor: No, look, we don’t need all this touchy-feely stuff.
Santa: Shut up, Doctor!

Santa: You are deep inside this dream, all right, and it is a shared mental state, so it is drawing power from the multi-consciousness gestalt which has now formed telepathically …
Doctor: No, no. No, no, no. Line in the sand. Santa Clause does not do the scientific explanation!
Santa: All right. As the Doctor might say, “Aw, it’s all a bit dreamy-weamy!”

……

Shona: I’m scared.
The Doctor: Congratulations, that means you’re not an idiot.

The Doctor: No need for chatting. You’ll only get attached. This isn’t Facebook.

Clara: Doctor. If Santa was only in the dream, why was he on my roof?

The Doctor: Do you know what I hate about the obvious?
Clara: What?
The Doctor: Missing it!

The Doctor: Clara. Page number. Make it a good one.
Clara pointedly: Twelve.

The Doctor: Wherever you are, the Dream Crabs have got us. And we’re all being networked into the same nightmare.

Ashley: Where’s Albert? Where’s the Professor?
The Doctor: He probably just woke up somewhere in the real world dead. If we don’t wake up now, we’ll do the same.
Clara: But how?
The Doctor: I don’t know.

…..

Clara: So what happens now? This is us all just waking up, right?
The Doctor: Could be. I hope so. Waking up or…
Clara: Or?
The Doctor: Just focus on this: do you believe in Santa Claus?
Clara: I’ve always believed in Santa Claus, but he looks a little different to me. {she hugs the Doctor}

…..

Claus: You really should be waking up too, Clara.
Clara: Just a little longer.
Santa Claus: Why?
Clara: Every Christmas is Last Christmas.

The Doctor: Oh Clara. I might have known that you would be the one to sleep in.

…..

The Doctor: We should do this every Christmas.
Clara: Because every Christmas is Last Christmas.

The Doctor: I’m sorry. I was stupid. I should have come back earlier. I wish that I had.
Santa Claus: Do you, Doctor? How much do you wish that?
The Doctor: I’m not still…?
Santa Claus: Wakey wakey!

…..
The Doctor: The TARDIS is outside.
Clara: So?
The Doctor: So all of time and space is sitting out there in a big blue box. Please! Don’t even argue.

{Doctor Who, the last Christmas}

Doctor: You’re a dream construct, currently representing either my recovering or expiring mind.