Nebulus

I had a dream I thought was real boring, so I wasn't going to bother journalling it.
But I just had a strong sync with the 3 keys in the dream Oo

In the dream I was with 2 other comrades from the past, one male, one female. We were about to take part in a big demonstration. So we didn't take all our stuff on the march, we put stuff in boxes to be collected later from a public house, for a small fee. We were each given a silver key.

D1-At a beach side pool the people are all really annoying, they think I cant understand the moronic things they are saying. They think I am spanish and dont understand.
Even their own children are getting hurt and crying they are so dumb.
I make out certificates for 1st,2nd and 3rd place idiot family.
I give out the 3rd place certificate but then unsuprisingly get into an argument.

D2- Really long ass dream about dragons.
I am in a bar and a woman sees I have a dragon, just a tiny spirit one that circles round my arm. I tell her she is messing with me as no one can see the dragon except me. Turns out she can as she has an unawakened dragon in her. More chat about legend surrounding dragon.
I tell her she is in danger and that I can train her if she wants.

WBTB
D3- I am back talking about dragons to the woman. We are outside the bar.
I have been exiled as when I tried to awaken my dragon 110 years ago ar age of 16 I was almost killed and my soulmate was killed. I felt was my fault at time and agreed to exile. I tell her I am bad news but if she wants to I can teach her meditation and dream work (she needs to be lucid) she needs to grow her dragon spirit, which is a rare white one. Mine was silver but I only have bit of red dragon from gf that died.
Anyways badies detect her power output which is super high and before I can cloak her, I have to face off against them.
Oh I already kicked some rich families kids ass so they are supposed to kill me for the family to save face.
I have learnt some techniques so that I could take powers from the kid dragons I fought (who were suitors for white dragon) so I have blue,green,red and black dragons at level 5 tier. So even though they are higher level I still end up flying around and punching at super speed and take them all down.But I dont kill them.
I catch interest after fight from dragon mafia , who enlist me (I dont nind as I hate all the privelidged familes that exiled me) and come out of exile and take white dragon with me.
I tried to cut details down was long ass repeating dream.

WBTB
D4- Now I am third person watching story unfold in a cafe. New woman looking like dream girl from dreams I had a while back.
She spots a dragon spirit , guy who looks like philip marlow detective, he is stone dragon.
He does some detective work and finds out as her nickname is "goldie" that she is legendary gold dragon that only appears once every few thousand years and only in one realm.
A silver dragon exists in London that is her soul mate of legend.
But the dragon has been cursed by dragon soceity for a crime and should be dead.
Detective sends goldie to dragon school in another realm where she can find out about dragons and info on how she may break curse on the silver dragon.
She finds out silver dragon was banished as he did not accept privelidge of dragon title and wanted equality between all dragons. Academic tutoring goldie scoffs at stupidity of idea and likens it to equal rights in human world. She hides her anger but he sees through it and says it is ok she has spent to much time among normal humans and will see sense in time.
She sets off to rescue silver but is being tailed by agents and has to leave a coded message to meet stone dragon.

At school miffed at not been in time for something. I walk back into a white carpeted area with a stairwell with silver banister and cube glassed window. There is an elderly man there not unlike samuel l jackson, here has a grey checkd floppy berri on his head. i knock it off his head in my fit of rage and it flys across the the room. It falls to the floor spilling out many lead unformed objects.
I immeditetly realise the error of my ways and apologies. He agrees to help me out of my predicatment by singing with me.
But when I leave to return he is no where to be seen.

I walk into the white and silver studio, with large round platforms for the performers to stand on, with hanging microphones and headsets.
Robs group is currently performing in black outfits and time is rapidly running out. There is a main control panel where an old style cassette tape should be placed. I am convinced it is missing and question Georg about its possible whereabouts she is quite aggressive and berates me.

It is time for the performance, but I do not even know the tune let alone the song, reminscient of whiplash.
I flounder about, then the music starts, it was there all along and the performance goes fine, except for my hystronics

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I think the lead objects represented unmanifested though forms (being situated under his hat) and that is why it was not his "time" to perform the actions I wanted him too, despite his conscious thoughts.

Otherwise usual worry about worsed case scenario for no reason but habit.

A man investigates a space behind a wall in my parents house. It is a vast dark space, filled with an old railway line (dream sign).
He can be heard playing a large grand piano he finds there, nice accoustics.
He searches in a land that is cold and dark, the earth a kind of grey clay. He is unconcerned and swims in dark waters, wearing a wet suit.
Eventually he finds an old half ruined city. He is high up on some buildings, down below is darkness. One building, with the upper storeys tiered, smaller, is covered in millions of tiny gold objects.
He shows us this using a camera attached to a tube and a light, much like something used for nonenvasive surgery.
The gold he says is not wanted by anyone these days, people only want silver.
I begin plans to get hold of the gold, gaining access via a chimney. At work I make excuses and change into normal clothes and start the search. G shows me what he has found. A first room is cleared of obstructions by lowering all objects to the ground.
My father hands out large banners he is giving a tutorial about something. Meanwhile my mother is trying to wind an old silver carrage clock, with delicate silverwork. I turn the key and it opens magically at the top, an unfurrling of metal work, revealing a secret for me.