Vesterguard

06-08-11 I am in an ocean or rather, I am hovering above the ocean and looking down upon a rather large freight ship. It is sailing westwards below the southern tip of Norway. I am wondering if the ship will have to go through Danish waters in order to get out in open ocean.

When it does I pick up the ship and start slamming it down into the water. I marvel at the solidity of the water against the ship. It is like slapping wood against wood.

The focus shift and I am looking at troll or super troll, a Norwegian oil rig. I keep moving past it towards another one not far away.

Here I get on a boat and I am trying to get onto another boat. There is an invisible rope ladder that I am trying to get hold on and the side of the boat is inflatable.

I get on the boat and I jump over to another one.
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I am in a professional building, could be an office or a lab of some description. There is a shaman in the back and he is trying to enslave my mind. He needs my blood to do so and he intends to prick my finger for that purpose. There are others, a group of white blond men and the shaman seems to be working for them.

I manage to get away and place a broom in the handle of the door to delay them a bit should they follow me.

I run towards the door and put on my shoes.

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I am back in the building and talking to the guys from before. The leader is talking about him becoming the chancellor and no one in the world can keep their free will, because then he wouldn't be the chancellor.

We are looking at screens of fetuses of faeries, that look a bit like link from Zelda. It is some sort of threat.

The shaman mentions something about a boy being killed after he had put out a fire and therefore becoming useless. He indicates that it is my fault.