Blue_Opossum

Night of January 4, 2014. Saturday.



This dream, unknown to me at the time, related directly to my wife Zsuzsanna’s dream and memories, as well as an old photograph negative she had been looking at without telling me.

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I am passive, tolerant, and patient in this dream. (I am not lucid, but it is rather vivid.) I vaguely remember thinking of manifesting a potential scene of romance and love-making, though I do not initiate it. My surroundings seem “wrong” somehow, as if I had come to be in the middle of some sort of fiasco created by a religious person. I am in a public hall at a small gathering of perhaps twenty people or more. It seems to be a group of people in an informal (bucolic) prayer meeting, perhaps in the late 1800s at first, but is more likely in the 1970s. The partially gray-haired preacher is directly to my right and reading from a personal book of sermons (not the Bible) and others are following along and repeating some of his words and phrases. There is no singing. I am seated in the front row and there are three rows of plastic chairs (not pews) I am aware of, of about eight or nine people each. There are also a few people seated on the floor in front of us near the first row only.

I am not one hundred percent sure as to what is in the area before us - as to whether it is a stage (which I do get an impression of and it seems logical). I am not sure as I never look in that particular direction at all (other than the immediate foreground where the girl and a few other people are sitting informally on the floor). There does seem to be an implication of a door on my far right as well as a stage likely being in front of us, but I am only slightly aware of it. All of this, in almost every detail when verifying certain things, matches the area Zsuzsanna was at the age she was relative to the young version of her here, though I had never been there and I did not know what it looked like.

The girl (young version of Zsuzsanna) who is seated on the ground in front of me, informal cross-legged style, seems happy I am there (but seems slightly sad and out-of-place) and turns around to touch my left knee with her right hand. However, there seems to be some sort of strange electromagnetic alteration (invisible barrier) of her intent and she reverses her motion and puts her hand back down as if the act is not physically possible and this makes me feel a bit “off” and both sensually and spiritually denied in my own dream (maybe she is uncertain of her approach).

I am rather annoyed at not jumping into a sensual adventure in my own dream (or even at least comforting the girl spiritually as even that was preferable to this “meeting” as a group, as it seems riddled with dogma and robotic continuity rather than with real consciousness and focus), so I decide to work on some music and start to write the notes down in my music book. The preacher, however, pulls it so that I cannot write properly (but does not touch me directly as if there is a similar barrier as with the girl) and makes a comment I do not recall. Imagine being denied both sensually and creatively - and I see that I have to follow along with the meeting (just to be polite, of course, as if I was viably lucid, I would have changed the entire scenario in a heartbeat) even though I do not belong there. I have no idea why I (or rather my dream self) am this passive. It does relate to Zsuzsanna’s memory and her sense of regret that she shared with me later on. This is more evidence that people can share other people’s memories without being aware of the orientation regarding location and such.

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Regarding Zsuzsanna’s dream, implications in her dream were very similar to mine and left her sad (again, she had been looking at a photograph negative of the group which I never saw and I did not know of the preacher or the location, but these were days where she felt wrong about being near these people, as well as “brainwashed”). In my dream though, I do not sense any “dark energies”. It just seems a bit unusual and wrong, as if any kind of touching, sexual or not, was somehow seen as wrong and one person was “spiritually in charge” of several others.

Zsuzsanna regrets the influence these people had, even getting rid of some of her artwork and even certain music albums and possessions. It was not a religious cult, but probably close to it in some ways. Promoting the idea of “sin” upon a person doing nothing wrong was something I always felt was truly sick and “evil” in itself.

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